i heart tirana.

3 july 2007 -- Ali Demi
i live in a little white sphere.. or a cube, a six-sided box

six sides

that aren't really sides

more like amplifiers i suppose.

and there's a face painted on the wall --

i call him "clock".

he just keeps on saying the same stupid phrase --

"IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY.."

There was once an old rusty bus.

And I was on it as it cruised through dormant fields

and the radio kept coming undone

Half Of Me was asleep, but i heard an odd form of music in that insecure radio signal, and it made my heart leap! and also cry, because i knew that set of variables could never be reproduced.

11 December 2007-- Lagja 21 Dhjetori


Stern concrete and grit, mismatched windows and fast-moving thunderheads, a canopy hanging limp in a steady drizzle.
The tyrant echoes, not like machines but more like a keyboard player on his own in the basement. after it all we're all just kids with more conscientious and foolish ideas.
the tyrant echoes
is the rain falling faster??