Bad day at black rock

Proud, holding her head high, doubts aside, the “yes-yes-yes” kind of feeling, and yet it felt scary to me, the suicide blonde went over her thin red line. Safe now at the another bank, though it is a really bad day at black rock. Colors are gone just black cat – white cat lurking in the aquarium. Guess? what? Blackpool. No winners. Everyone gives something away. But some get robbed. Good for dignity, slightly worse for the purse it is. Black day at black rock. And we had nights of turquoise scheduled for pre-production, in rather undefined future, so it hurts the project is likely to be cancelled. No star to star in that one. Ugly taste in my mouth. And it is only going to worsen. Roasted by the black moon rising over the hill. Shed no tear. Keep coming out of helplessness. The last page of the red shoe diaries. Bad day at black rock. Guess? what? It really is hard to. Don’t stop believing. The sun is there, red-hot burning. Got so cold, so blue. That kind of blue. Never a chance for own apricot-and-honey kind of thing. La tristesse durera toujours. Bad day at black rock.

per K.