Milky haze on top of the table...
waiting for time to pass by...
fornicating fishes on the tv...
this weather will not fly...
with nimrods in love...
fixie bikes around...
my doodle addiction will flourish...
fantasies will collide...
rays of light...
spanish words on local taxies...
even that graffitti on that wall...
death sleeps...
the medicines are there, waiting...
all of us are heaven bound...
just along as idle hands are chopped off...
and all of us are well nourished...
with cigarettes...
and coffee...
and of course with senyor trese...
and mr. brown paper bag...
mickey d's of the world unite...
and until the hipster in you appears...
I bid you adieu....
