memento mori (blackberry’s last breath, immortalized)
8 October 2011 § 1 Comment
Art. Do what you need to do. Your purpose will reveal itself shortly.
You’re no thief, except when it suits you. leaving hearts and oceans. at what point are you living life, instead of just watching? Is there a line between spanish lessons and spontaneous dancing, the hours in your room letting word flow through you to no particular stopping point?
Are you a useless dreamcat, harsh eyes on passerbys, Charon without the toll, or do you carry on emotional burdens for the delight of being searched for weapons hazardous to others’ moving on?
Loyalty reserves itself only for the hellhounds perched up on the stoops up in baskerville, so that whole philosophy of saving the mongrels from the slaying may well only count up to five o’ clock.
do what you need to do.