This is like a video diary of a man stuck in a lift but his mind is in a car driving thru an invisible african sun. The giraffes are invisible, the zebras are too. Always intriguing
I am moving poetry now off the screen and in as a comment:
Sand you walk , like blowing low stone of sense
We drive with faces above the cool sand road, a cold attitude of turns and green, like loving the music goes with moving the driving is what its all about.
Turn once more into the dirt road , drive one more time before you ejaculate into the sun, the one , the dream , this thing.
Now change your mind , release the road , walk the road of a thousand gypsies this way , that way , peace.
This is like a video diary of a man stuck in a lift but his mind is in a car driving thru an invisible african sun. The giraffes are invisible, the zebras are too. Always intriguing
AndiCrane74 4 months ago
I am moving poetry now off the screen and in as a comment:
Sand you walk , like blowing low stone of sense
We drive with faces above the cool sand road, a cold attitude of turns and green, like loving the music goes with moving the driving is what its all about.
Turn once more into the dirt road , drive one more time before you ejaculate into the sun, the one , the dream , this thing.
Now change your mind , release the road , walk the road of a thousand gypsies this way , that way , peace.
Love
RefugeeInExile 4 months ago
@RefugeeInExile Mindsucking
AndiCrane74 4 months ago