It's hard to imagine me and you, riding together on a bicycle. You bike like a drop of deep purple indian ink spreading itself over a pure sheet of rice paper, sipping through each individual fiber molecule. I, however, do not like the step-on-paddle-and-move-your-legs action at all. Although I take many photos of lonely bicycles. Just like my addiction to ceilings and roofs. The blankets that shelter us all.
Perhaps a crowded public bus, or a street car running on suggested tracks will do us good? How about the tram that strolls at slow vintage speed? For sure there's lots of neon signs and uniform-like building facades we can look it.
We will just be friends. For ever. For good. For the mental health of all.
02/24/09
Perhaps a crowded public bus, or a street car running on suggested tracks will do us good? How about the tram that strolls at slow vintage speed? For sure there's lots of neon signs and uniform-like building facades we can look it.
We will just be friends. For ever. For good. For the mental health of all.
02/24/09
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