Yeah well, I was talking about coconuts, what did u think ;-)
I wonder what the dead sea is like, with no life whatsoever so to speak and yet very alive!
Is that a parched swallow or a pregnant owl or just another figment of my blighted mind.
Not anymore, it stretches from vacuum to vacuum and totally without longing. I have managed to scrape it all out, well almost. The last bit is here! Thought it needed a grave, a pretty stone at its head endorsing all that was there and wasn't, in this beautifully blighted head.
Once there was joy and all those flashes that came with joy - humour, love, curiosity, satire... hell did i miss anything out. A music with a different rythm. And then came the mightier of the two brought a storm of blood and pain, played with just a few elements and yet such rich colours and overstayed, a guest nonetheless.
They both came and went, leaving behind a ravaged plain, empty of everything, even longing. A feeling of complete numbness, if numbness can be classified as a feeling... tresspassing on Floydian theories here! And now it stands clean and pure, no blights to fight, no coconuts to scrape!
