And on again in an endless loop
I only run into you in remote areas
never on the streets of Skopje
at railway stations and in foreign lands
in places with few happy faces
and a lot of crying parting faces
And in panic she began to cry
“To exchange glances instead of sounds / To communicate through fluids instead of words”
Forging Dog and Dodgy Frog
I’ll turn and turn in circles, while it flies around the world.
HE LIKES WOMEN LIKE HE LIKES…
I penned it down, put the piece of paper in my pocket with a note to myself to find it later and write my wishes to Santy.
It’s a bad feeling alright but I don’t know if it makes you an evil person.