the orange juice says:
"we cater and deliver"
with a silly little
list of locations
sitting on a book by Hemingway
that my love once gave me
(I look at it now..
what a sweet gesture
how to STEAL my heart)

I wonder if it rains in Amsterdam, on the Junkies & their Tourists?
I wonder,
do England women
have affairs?
Not the American way, obsessed
with extremities..
an affair of the heart
perhaps their
voices make love? {in the twilight}
__________________{or the sunlight}
or their minds
intertwine in
the light of a <*^`forest fire`-!*>
(because it wouldn't matter,
_because it would always be more) -->

they would speak romantically
in French
or Dutch***********or VOODOO for that matter*
something,
Anything FOREIGN.

because, let's face it
the taste of FOREIGN lips
will suck
you in, make you ~~`Breathe``~-
.....................B(L)e(e)D for it

but in the head
a (w)ro(ng)mance will go..

as >>far>> as you wish to take it,
as long as it stays ^^there^^...

invisible monster...
there is truth in everythinglie you tell...

your beauty on my ear
[[like some
]]loving guilt is near
but you POUND
____and PARADE all these hypocracies out
instilling, installing
our minds full of doubt

yet the smallest utter
++++++justme++++++
the very mention of your name
Sends me firey with laughter
sets Austin
A.F.L.A.M.E

And your stories, I love them
should I be ashamed? To partake in such brilliance
-the-fool- in this game..

So I'm in love with your voice->
n0t-$o-OrDiNARY MiND
kreeping around
try to get inside

YOU DON'T BABBLE,
mydarling
it's all worth your while

"HAVE YOU eVeR?"
nnoo,,iinneevveerrddoo

There isn't much for inspiration in this town.
I could tell you what I'm thinking, I could tell you how I feel..
The usual bland "I miss home" attitude is still intact. And for a few short days I actually thought I was finally where I belonged, that I met people who were a little taste of what I had to leave behind...

SHAME on me..for trying to find Austin in this place. Their faces, their behavior nothing compared to Austin's. Not the feel, not the sound, not the music!

Merely faux images floating around still looking for a place to fit in. I've become part of this cycle..drifting from eye to eye trying to find where I fit in. Not out of insecurity, or even lonliness, no, but it is the largest cramp of boredom that leaves me searching for a friend. Even a friend whom..I may have no interest in what-so-ever aside from their complete lack of thorough thought that I enjoy noting.

A girl thinking in circles cannot be tied down..

And I quote:
"I believe in Heaven & know that I should just accept it all. So contempt with the paths that I walk on. Surely I should see it all. So take care & don't go too far. I will miss you so when the distance grows & the nights are long & your scared at times & you wonder why... Take care & don't go too far, I will miss you so. I've looked into the sky a hundred times & I've seen the stars that shine so bright I'm sure that one of them is you, my friend. Watching & waiting & hoping that I'll be alright. So take care & don't go too far, I will miss you so & when the distance grows & the nights are long & your scared at times & you wonder why. Take care & don't go too far THE ROAD BACK HOME IS SHORTER THAN YOU KNOW"
-Moonpools & Caterpillars [given to me by Collins]

::sigh:: Missing you...

BOB DYLAN is the only thing that has made me happy the past few days.

Did I mention I hate it here?
Or that I can barely BREATHE!

How can it be that I don't know ANYONE here?
Nothing to do but drown in the vast wasteland that is loneliness.

Ugh.

[[oh the times, they are a-changin'...]]

The trail is now a lake
..It..must've been the flood..

- -half-naked women in lime
smoking cigarettes

(nothing OFFENSIVE)
[nothing REBELLIOUS]__Why isn't this home?

{her boobs are too big}
::and the market is not a market AT ALL!
just a wind-faded concrete | collecting dust::

Anderson is now SOURGUM Mill
(although I'm quite certain I don't see a mill)
Even Old Town has it's helping of plastic
[a fickle "E" on the end...from Elementary to Wealthy Establishment.]

And where, tell you, where did I get my skirt?
I DON'T KNOW BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM!!