Dripping from a dead dog’s eye

some days, more than I would like, I wake up and think of Jude. I feel the pain, but can’t take the sad song and make it better. I am too quick to anger. I am too busy, parrying bullets of anxiousness, like Skywalker with his saber of light. you cannot reach me, though I […]

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Midnight wandering

Originally posted on Isabelle´s thoughts:
When I entered “Kaffekoppen” (The coffee cup), a vintage cafe located in Stockholm’s Old Town, it was crowded. The waitress said if I didn’t mind going down stairs, there were plenty of seats available there. Of course I did not mind. Walking down the narrow spiral staircase, I reached…

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Darkened eyes, little lies.

i have seen it in the dead eyes of the doped singer goaded onto the stage to do on cue what once was natural. the circle of viciousness. unwillingness,prodded. needs the dope needs the big money for more dope. the crowds melt away, except those who cling to a lost legend who has long been […]

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