I'm celebrating the first of spring, the guest of honor doesn't want to sing. Forgot the batteries for his watch and probably drinking rum or scotch. This isn't any ordinary day, you can toss the calendar and decide not to play. Pretend that I don't exist, go on try to your heart resist." I can do it so you say, I didn't need anyone" was the words that day. You didn't understand a thing I said, almost five years and counting on the spool of thread.
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Spool of Thread
I'm celebrating the first of spring, the guest of honor doesn't want to sing. Forgot the batteries for his watch and probably drinking rum or scotch. This isn't any ordinary day, you can toss the calendar and decide not to play. Pretend that I don't exist, go on try to your heart resist." I can do it so you say, I didn't need anyone" was the words that day. You didn't understand a thing I said, almost five years and counting on the spool of thread.
