When you're on a golden sea,
you don't need no memory,
just a place to call your own, as we drift into the zone,
on an island in the sun,
we'll be playing and having fun
and it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain.
*****Happy birthday to me, mother fuckers****
(my god what will happen next?)
4 comments:
Next Island, next year, next dreams... Or you'll simply get to do again - Have faith now. Eve
loved the pictures
Beautiful photos and a fun poem too, Astrid Rose. I happened upon your site today while looking to see if the search engines had found a recent blog post. I wrote a poem and drew a picture called "Today My Name is Astrid." I didn't write it about you, but you might get a kick out of reading it over at my art blog. Follow the link under my name.
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