My Bed is Covered Yellow

Oh Sun, I sit on you
Oh golden field I lay on you
Oh money I dream of you
       More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more -
Oh bed that taked the weight of the world -
       all the lost dreams laid on you
Oh bed that grows no hair, that cannot be fucked
       or can be fucked
Oh bed crumbs of all ages spiled on you
Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done
Oh 50 lbs. of bed that takes 400 more lbs-
       how strong you are
Oh bed, only for man & not for animals
       yellow bed when will the animals have equal rights?
Oh 4 legged bed off the floor forever built
Oh yellow bed all the news of the world
       lay on you at one time or another
        

1957, Paris

Tears that but form gems on sleeves 

 Must come, I think, 

 From an insincere heart, 

 For mine, though I seek to repress them, 

 Gush forth in torrents.

Handome Owl, isn't it?

Do you think it's worth carrying on, or is it crazy? 

Cuando eres capaz de encontrar belleza en cualquier cosa, eres la excepción de cualquier regla. 

Does my voice not have wings? 

Yours are the only ears I want to disco and I say, "You are who I'm breathing for"

Todo está yendo muy rápido, y en realidad no sé si me deja pensar en si me gusta o no, pero no tengo el tiempo para quejarme así que, como dicen: me dejaré llevar.

gah, quiero... buzzz..buzzz

Sí tan solo todo tuviera una lupa integrada.

What do you do when you do not know what you want?
do you just stay still or do you stand up and do stuff you know nothing about?

quisiera saber..