sweet november…

… a green bottle of red wine stepping over three oranges smellig like canabis… the longest cigarette bricking a smoke castle marking the threcherous way of a champagne bottle cork…. and we´re singing in the rain… Guiness rain… eating purple cream… buying white coffees… I´m not the only one starring at the sun…. and it looks just like a happy Pringles face… because somewhere… over the rainbow…. it´s still Christmas… and the old rusian doll on the ocre shelf becomes a dresden doll… drinking salty ocean water….. palping girl anachronism….. flirting with the elevator… procreating shepeless stairs´ babies… while my jazz danses in your fryingpen…. and this is all I´m giving you… a sweet novenber olive smile…