2005 August:

the pastings on the walls,
a canvas filled with scribbles and uneven lines.

there was free beer for all of us, posers.
i made stickers during the day
but they were not even worth putting away,
they stuck to me and i promised myself
tomorrow i'd do something better.

i noticed for the first time,
my ol'friend kers' name,
means "curse" too.
and it only took his own voice speaking to notice it.
i'm fucked on booze
again.

again,
memories speak like pictures,
soon travelling out of the country.