2017-11-26 Sa Nov 11:05 AM @ HOME, TOSBE
Nicole assigned us a composition about the Thanksgiving day (Th 23 Nov). Based on the rhythm of Don McLean's Vincent, whose name was just found by me.
Before writing it I spent a fair amount of time on reviewing our chat-log. How silly.
12:09 PM
No I didn't.
1:45 PM
slept all afternoon ...
5:58 PM
Dear Menuhin
Aniston and Penguin
I can't recognize this place
Look up to the skies and see
Can't even find an escape from reality
Drakness on the balcony
Anyway the wind blows
Sends shiver down my spine
With my body's aching all the time
I always understood
What you tried to say to me
And how you're suffered from your sensitivity
And how you tried to get out of this
Maybe this will be the last
We're like very delicate china right now
And we're speeding toward a brick wall
I think I never will