quiet poppies

You've got this new head filled up with smoke,
he lost that glow he used to have in his face,
empty burned bottle on the carpet,
everyone's lying beside it.
hold your tongue with your teeth.


a quiet easter is my easter for the past two weeks.
it would have been worse though,
if not for a certain joyce to chat to under the sheets,
to chat the night away. =)

gone are all the days of zooming around in a tacky silver car,
a hand on the wheel the other typing away on the phone.
gone are the days of heading to the shops and sitting down,
shooting a few guys while arranging some other poor souls to be dead by chaos.
and yet, it'll be back in 2 months.
it feels a bit like christmas. hehe.

from one small town to another,
albeit one that much is safer from the lack of cheap scooters,
and a lack of education for two generations of dopeheads and wraparounds.
you will never wake up to the sound of,
the ambulance screaming down ur lane at 3am back home though.
poor girl but it was her fault for drinking so much,
till the point of the rearrangement of the paint on the walls with bio paint made from dinner.

st patrick's day.
the night they painted my floor a living green with beer.
laugh out loud with a certain shake of the head will be proper i guess.
i guess.


oh ya.
nicholas cage is a batman wannabe.
kick ass.
hehe.


But it was cold, it was getting late
Sadly, she crept back into bed
But then she felt a soft kiss on her cheek
she opened her eyes.
smile my love. C=