synthetic-therapy
Where the pills don't work.
O,
O God,
Hug the unhugged
Shoe the shoeless
Feed the foodless
Dress the dressless
Thread the threadless
Kiss the children
Listen to more music
Help the helpfull
Lang the unlanguaged
Smile for the frownish
Tolerate the sandwich
Fix the fixed rate
Lore the unlord
Entice the untangled
Handle the man handled
Womanize the girls faster
Hold the mayo
Add more lettuce
Many tomatoes
Less computers and more commuters
Yell for the rebel
Wake the awake
Film us another 2012
Have more babies
Remember the milk
Stereo all the monos
Cute all the stupidless
Put on music
And light us a smokeness
Tell us more stories
No campfires more rain-forests
Make no strangers in Moscow
Less night More daylight
Let me walk naked one day
Tell the people behind me to stop turning their headlights in my eyes
Read me some news flavored grooves
Make me speak Japanese
And let them speak Arabic
Mad the Madless
Underdress all the lingerie
Happy the chaps
And let the girls just chill
Labor US
Stop saving us
And
Don’t send a bank clerk to collect me.
ةةةة
Time goes slowly everything is in slow mode
as if to tell us “LISTEN, This is for you….this is for us”
A simple dance toward that trance won’t harm your style
while this Planet is made of crystals
i forgot, didn’t want to believe
completely and utterly discarded it
I am poor i don’t have a crystal too
for dreams i have plenty of a few
would it count if i write one of them for you.
Just favorited “Danny Howells - Live from club Stalker, Haarlem, Holland 2003” by Yeah Radio on Mixcloud.com
داخل/خارج نطاق الاحساس/الاستيعاب
Beirut graffiti, taken by me in November 2011
9:38PM
Sunshine in blue black walks in,
Behind her pale blonde horizon
The ingredient of the conversation is mainly blue
With the lights and it’s hues
A little yellow hides Sunshine’s boobs
Blonde talks wrists and interests rise with Blueblack’s breath
To honest’s fairness “Delicious”
They talk in musics, musessness and handy play lights
A certain raise on flying using fans to nozzle their coloring ideas
we relate thru magazine paper, a scissor and red glue
They leave walking in an shoulderly advanced movment with pale hues lighting their face
They skip on the bill on saying goodbye and bid two soft farewells
At 10:48PM
Inner conversation.
- He is relaxed into the girl with the pearly arms, he sighed, he feels content not happy
- In a sudden chance on a glance in a thought the girl with black inked lines on her face were felt in a heart beat his chest forgot to beat
- With all the technological advances he felt a msg's beep reminding his heart of that missing rythum, that missing beat.
- "I almost spoke your name in the wrong arms" He says conclusively
- "You are mad boy, strange, silly, odd MAD" She finishes knowingly.
