I was wondering through the streets of the city, rambling through the avenues of time, when from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl and by chance her eyes fell on to mine. So I sat and I acted all nonchalant, she smoked her lavender cigarette, reading the future that lay in my hands my shadow played a bass clarinet. (Where are you going with this Brett?). We walked down the moonlit boulevard, just two silhouettes in the mist. (Ah yes). Days went by and years went by, moments went by when we kissed. (When was this?). She said your beard is woven of heartache, well drink for the lonely tonight, and the moon is a horny ol drunkard (uh, Brett can you please move over too your right?). We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced of the moment we first met that day. (Im trying to watch tv). And we reminisced of how we first reminisced. (Oh yeah?... Sounds a bit gay). She handed me a broken memory, a keepsake to forever more say, that a brief taste of love is as sweet as any and with that she made her way. (Oh yeah? What was her name?). She said her name was a secret! Then she said her name was Charee. (Is her middle name Charee, so its a secret Charee maybe). Maybe. (What did she look like?). She looked like a Perisian river. (Dirty?) She looked like a chocolate eclair. (Thats rare). Her eyes were reflections of eyes! (Ah) and the rainbows danced in her hair (ah yeah) she reminded me of a winters morning. (What, frigid?) her perfume was au de traulere (whats that mean?) she was comparable to cleopatra (quite old) she was like Shakespeares Juliet (oh 13). (Brett did any of this actually happen?) the girl I describe shes as real as the wind, its true I saw her today, the other details are inventions, because I prefer that way.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 17:59:16 +0000
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