Archive | March 2, 2011

today, I passed …

a woman colour co-ordinated with a passing taxi,

a man who smelt like a nightclub, though

strangely, not in a bad way,

a group of school kids in a train station,

complete in gray shorts and knee-high socks,

a woman so thin,

her legs were two straws,

her kneecaps, blueberries sucked halfway up.

thought. Prince Charles is but a school boy trapped inside an aged body.

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