January 2012
http://www.flickr.com/photos/cshimala/5275838854/ →
“Last night I dreamt about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember,...”
– Franz Kafka (via pixie-shit)
http://seaquence.org/hgdb
http://seaquence.org/kp89 →
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beatbox poets
dont you know it
beat box poets were growing were growing
our words they come flowin
our mouths go on rollin
and well keep
snaping our fingers
beating our drums
singing out from the bottom of our lungs
we young and were old
sometimes were lost but were fun
-echo work in progress
i love you so much that it hurts my head
baby i cant watch my back everyday
i cant study every word that escapes these lips
i tried so hard not to crash
i tried so hard to keep these laughs
now im uneasy in this skin
ive forgotten how to begin
those liquid lines that i love to write
the worlds gone thin
