then i spend an hour

then i spend an hour trying to get the film i rented to play in my computer. alas, how i detest these fucking machines. i had been looking forward to the moment for days. buried beneath a sea of blankets in bed, lost to the floating lights of the celluloid world. it has become such a rarity that i have a night at home, and i allow myself to leave the guitar sitting. fucking computer. oh my dear Lorca, save me with your ramblings~

"ruedan los huecos puros, por mi, por ti, en el alba
conservando las huellas de las ramas de sangre
y algun perfil de yeso tranquilo que dibuja
instantaneo dolor de luna apuntillada."
~federico garcia lorca

Posted by at February 12, 2003 11:47 PM

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