Monday, July 7, 2008

Sunday on a Foggy Beach

Last sunday we were together at beach
We walked and talked
Nothing communicated
Fog and foam
We chated irrerelavant things
Tissue of lies
Sand, empty bottles, crushed cigarettes, wet dreams
Philosophy and pornography
Spoonful of bitter cofee
At last we found a wornout barby doll washed away
We wind up or Holiday