it was autumn term
i was standing there
menacingly
wearing black
from head to toe
when i took those pictures:
my headphones whispered
in my ears
erotically
the light shot diamonds from his eyes
hungry for life
and thirsty for the distant river
so fucking good
this mix
the song
with the weather
the clicking sounds the water makes
in the lake
the way the ducks shake
their tails splashing cold water
mixing its scent with the breeze
my pair of lungs
never had a better sniff
of oxygen
cut down by a puff
of a vanilla flavored cigar
the smoke whiffs sway away
but my coughs disturb its bonds
as i lean
towards that tree
with a dull knife
in my right hand
uhh ohh whoo is sheee
laa laa la la
return to
meeeeee
hell yeah
looks perfect
with my signature
this tree is now mine
my art piece
what should i title it
i don’t know
huh
lets keep it untitled
to make it interesting
i bet duchamp is fucking proud
haha
what am i even doing
this weather
خل استمتع باللحظة
حتی الصوت برأسي تغيرت لغته
يا تری هل راح انسی الصوت
رغم انه صوتي
هل راح انساه
لو ابتعدت عنه بشكل كافي؟
it would be sad
so sad
oh
the tree stares directly at that orange thing
i wonder actually
if they ever will come across this tree
and notice this
well
not so pretty engraving
what will they think of
what will they imagine
I would love to know.
Let me take a picture.
this looks nice!