Sunday, January 17, 2016

I talked with the one that got away
With three dear friends that I never will reconnect with
With my best friend that got away and I never will reconnect with

I talked about comics and music and industry shit
With so many people about art and creating and everything
And it might be too much

I talked to my cat and she was indifferent
Except for when it came to kneading my stomach
And was it time to eat? Yes? Me eat meat now?

I talked to my daughter and she told me that my music was garbage
But she is twelve
She doesn't know, she thinks that garbage is gold and taste is forever

I am so happy that I could talk to all of them
And now I wait for the crash

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