tales from an ordinary world

2001-08-24

"never got a grip on my emotions
drifted like a ship out on the ocean"
stephen cummings.

I'm a slave to the tides, although I hate to pass the blame so easily.

An occasional fellow tram traveller. Sometimes he weeps, loudly. Other times (today) he laughs, loudly, curled up on the back step. Or he gets stuck saying the same phrase. Actualising our own thoughts.

Red lipstick sneer on Chapel St. She doesn't approve. Minding my own business, walking down the street, but now I'm in the way.

"watch out for the Jack Frost blues..."