My bathroom clock tick/tocks in a Swatch like beat...
My Kitchen sink tick/tocks in a drip/drop like beat...
My computer hums to these beats...
Am I living inside a TimeBomb?
She was leaning against the corner of a mirrored Wall, one cheek visual the other on the other side of that Mirrored Wall....but wait, the reflection has shown me a replica of that one visual cheek on the wall itself. A Picaso-ian moment and....I smiled.
Fuk
ColdPlay is the Dave Mathews of Europe.
My Kitchen sink tick/tocks in a drip/drop like beat...
My computer hums to these beats...
Am I living inside a TimeBomb?
She was leaning against the corner of a mirrored Wall, one cheek visual the other on the other side of that Mirrored Wall....but wait, the reflection has shown me a replica of that one visual cheek on the wall itself. A Picaso-ian moment and....I smiled.
Fuk
ColdPlay is the Dave Mathews of Europe.
razor13:
they all use baby wipes, which smell like bounce kinda, thousands and thousands of baby wipes get tossed into garbage cans every night in every strip club in the world, it boggles the mind when you think about how right now as we go about our buisiness at this very moment, baby wipes are dropping into garbage cans in strip club dressing room's all over the world...by the millions
stickyrice:
Gf is curious, all right. Wacked-out is more like it. We are living inside the metro-monotony of time bombs.