We made it all the way to September again! A new home. UB boy now lives with his grandmother. In his new room he smokes a cigarette with his beautiful cousin to celebrate this joyful feat.
Colours come from East
So this is my pink room. A new born room still empty. There's some pink on the wall. It reflects the light. I will grow in there. Join and smoke the cigarette to fill this just sprouted thin air with your being voice. Listen to the smoke. In this 10/8 time I'm tipping around you. Colours come from East rejoining the grey twittering sounds. Hey I want you to undress! Show me your roundings that I can kiss you all over. Your face, your nipples, your fragile triangle. Let me into your body. Let me into your packing. Life is just an exception in life. A moment of its own colour. Thus we will paint this room today to grow the colouring in my mind.