Monday, October 7, 2013

4660. I NEVER KNEW WHAT A BALLAD WAS

I NEVER KNEW WHAT
A BALLAD WAS

The idea behind the essence was the notion of
happening and act. Otherwise, I always figured,
we are just frozen in time. Outside this filthy
window, yellow taxis are trolling by like disease.
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One of the girls, I notice, has left behind her
nicely-lined gloves. Out in the street, two kids
are jumping about - must be some sort of
music in their ears. I never was partial to that
manic stuff; yet, I never knew a ballad either.

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