4 a.m.

tell tales of magic and woe. tell of the everyday loser leftover from decades past, watching and hating. of standing alone in the dark.  in international airport bathrooms in allyways in foreigh cities. wondering what ive done.

lost agian. in a hotel room. inside some girl. in the back of a ukrainian discotech. drunk in a taxi. breaking dreams under street lamps. writing on the walls 'the truth is out there'

and.... and she was saying  ah uh mhm unn

'ive been waiting'    ..... 'waiting'

she was saying

and im not quite sure what she meant

maybe it was more like eloborate reading grace, like alpha dog murdering everything, the true grain is in between static and far fetched existensialism.