tough day ahead

Fridays 

lips and rosebud

later

ce moment là

hope!

nach dem Fest

pensées

Er zitterte heftig so kurz vor dem Höhepunkt. Wir kannten uns nicht sehr gut und so war es interessant ihn zu beobachten wie er sich langsam, sehr langsam diesem Punkt entgegen wichste. Mein Sperma klebte um seinen Mund und im Bart, eine Spur lief den Hals hinunter. Ob er das fühlte? 

those eyes

transformation

When I am down

When I am down, and, oh, my soul, so weary
When troubles come, and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be

Kerouac

Kerouac yea Kerouac
His words the words so many words just
All brothers of the same horn sisters the saxophone
Notes music words a melody a quote a figure eight a figure
If you listen close to the drummer
It's like a mirror and your invisible
Like your in a back seat
No handles on the doors just a beautiful driver up front
She knows where she's going
Kerouac the observation machine
Caressing the most passing of scenes with photographic love
Passionate photographic love
Venerable as anyone knew
His memories pull shades up and down
Doors are not done telegrams arrive
Every morning something extra ???
Remembering everything like a snatch of melody
A drumbeat remembering mythologizing
So fast all the time moving
The words the words are drumsticks pounding out drum beats
Like a monk like a monk melody
With mistakes yea mistakes and sudden inspirations
Edges corners explosions convections
All fast through a slow motion landscape
Yea fast through a slow motion landscape

Songwriter: Mark Sandman / William Conway

confession

love - the strangest feeling

love is the strangest

scars of love

dimanche

thought it might help writing it down, but...

a break

I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup! 
I love java sweet and hot,
Whoops, Mister Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup! 
Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
and I'll cut a rug 'til I'm snug in a jug
A slice of onion and a raw one,
Draw one!
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

gift und liebe

On fait tout un tabac
Quand l’amour s’en vient ou s’en va
On est les cigarettes
Qu’il roule quand il a envie
Et je deviens fumée
Pour t’intoxiquer
De moi
Blonde ou brune
Brune ou blonde
Je le serai pour toi

tout n´est que fumée

it´s in his eyes

i know him so well