Ok Dr. Phil’s wife, Robin, (yes groan, but listen up) has this new app out (iPhone and Android) that’s for people in abusive relationships. It’s called Aspire News and it’s disguised as a regular news app, but when you go to the “Help” section of the app, it leads you to…
Head in arm like a dove.
Deep in thought and denial.
A chicken as a head.
Combing the hair of her friend.
"I am sleepy."
I need a photo of my cutsy friends.
"Friends forever" until it breaks.
Phones out, all of us.
Hyphen world gallery bag.
Only in Japan.
I kicked someone.
Now she’s got a piece of me.
I want it back, please.
The dirt under my shoes.
If I just gave him a touch of mercy he could direct his anger at me. Not at his lady friend.
Out of service, though and out of reach.
Sleeping a with an open mouth, on a train that passes by.
Suits, I am swimming in suits. It’s past 11:30 and still suits. Salaryman invasion in Kanda.
Blue shoes tonight.
I like them, indeed.
And a blue beanie.
Are you a web standartista, or do you just fancy light pink socks?
And if you still have energy, here is a thought experiment: what does emotional depth sound like?
For me it’s the synth hook in terrible lie. It places me right down on the floor.
But what is it for you?
A sound, smell, look, feeling, emotion?
And if you stand long enough in front of me, I will have seen every uneven little vally in your face, every scar, every threat hanging off your ripped suit and every moment your shoes allowed you to move.