dinsdag, september 10

Work in progress

Old bones
your eyes see memories
clearer than reality

It seems like some sort of switch has been turned, on or off. Different maybe. Not on or off.
I want to do living room concerts. I want to record an album. I want to not be afraid anymore. I want to stop watching my hair grow.

I want a lot I think a lot I need to buy rookworst now (the vegetarian kind). For some andijvie stamppot. Fall has arrived and you can smell it and then see it. Soon the trees will be bare again, and the ground will be orange and red and then brown and gooey. Winter is coming. (and then only a few months before we can watch Game of Thrones again)


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