Yesterday, at J Press, I saw a smily English man, wearing patchwork shirt, under tweed.
Almost, the saleman, gave away for him, my yellow oxford BD.
I wonder after, while walking for the herring, was it you , Terry?
Last edited by Vaclav (2007-04-03 16:09:40)
This is me.
I have projected myself astraly without intent.
Something in me needs to spend time at Press...
I am now a ghost?
I need to get back what's what.
Too long and too far have I strayed from the Beer Garden...
When you saw me, was I alright?
This internet has spoiled me through my eyes.
Will my shirt ever be white again?
tonight i feel like dirty customshirt1
always ecru for ever nevr nice again.
Tonight I wear Red, Gold, & Green Madras.
Better.