I saw a shooting star in the mirror
but it was only a streetlight
A red sky in the morning
but the sailors are fine
the blood on my body
is just red paint
my watch stops ticking
not passing the time
I saw a streetlight in the morning
a red sky in the mirror
"The jealousy of other painters has always been the thermometer of my success."
-- Salvador Dalí: Diary of a Genius, p.82
dude, if he was my dad, I would stroke his mustache while he tucked me into my bed made of drawers.
hey charlie. i like your stuff...especially the evil breakfast 3. it's nice...makes me think what my breakfast can do for me, or not really, but i still like it.