surfing down
memory wave
a big one
Fred’s running
underground in a tuxedo
friends playing
drum and bass
too many details
my old me
realized right now
music and imagery
dialogues and looks
my young me
couldn’t comprehend
now it makes sense
40 years later
woke up and learned
connecting the dots
poked by accident
by an unknown artist’s
new album*
* «Canal» (2025) by Delachute
may I ask you what day it is? which one? this day. today. I need to know. I have to be here on the first day. on the first of the last …
What the fuck I write about? Wuwei, mymy, deadhead late at night earlybird makes my day. Good n8.
goin insane. just for testing purpose. they milk my day. gpg and now the big dam g. write up write down write off. here we go again. nails in my coffin. end of tomorrow.
what is this all about? writing green on screen waiting for tomorrow ends …
yesterday will come today is gone bytes flushing by
into neverneverland my head will spin away while my fingers dipping keys
who will rule my world? head or heart? soul or mind?
ink on glass – go away fluid paper – leave my dreams moving words – off off you go
welcome back : act of writing