god OPEL

On a distant shore, miles from land
stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
a dream in a mist of gray...
on a far distant shore...

The pebble that stood alone
and driftwood lies half buried
warm shallow waters sweep shells
so the cockles shine...

A bare winding carcass, stark
shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...
dry tears...
crisp flax squeaks tall reeds
make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man
stood on ground...

I'm trying
I'm trying to find you!
To find you
I'm living, I'm giving,
To find you, To find you,
I'm living, I'm living,
I'm trying, I'm giving

-syd barrett
gigolo aunt . 010102
god here's some flies 010105
god yes, my opel died as well. i won't even talk about the vega. 010105
the repeater Goodnight, my love, it's time
To start the treasure hunt in my mind
For dreams, dreams about you
Those diamond glimpses cherished, but few

Although, through the back of my mind
I search all night, I still could not find
Those dreams, dreams about you
It seems they're lost, what can I do?-

velvet spasm scream_thy_last_scream 010418
conrad brisbane variations_on_a_theme_by_someone 010430
god always with the rabbits. 030620
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