Cinderella search...

i think this story is so poetics. fish is so poetics.. yeah,, all people know that he is a poet.. :p

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines, The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet, Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection.

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines, Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim, Conversation needs translation. Three dimensions down dissolving on the cinderella search, Cinderella search.

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines, Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone, Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city

Only courting the homing of direction on the cinderella search, Cinderella search

But the samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken, Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life. Resurrection in a trance, the model, the grail, in a marquee of promises. I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream. To end the cinderella search, cinderella search, oh no more

Exposing bedside manners on a work extension. Awaiting development with paranoid polaroid eyes, polaroid eyes

The footman memorised the number, But the prince still holds both the slippers. And would you leave a palace for a bed-sit. And canterbury tales?

Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase. Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe. But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time. Give me time, won't you give me that time?

Welcome back to the circus

I always use the cue sheets but never the nets. Always the cue sheets but never the nets, Never the nets, never the nets, Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless...