table no.7

Zaharin called. I went out. We arrived at ac. He wanted to play pool. We went up. Took table number 7. I walked over to break. I noticed a phone on the floor. I picked it up and looked around, a Nokia 3G phone. No one around. Kept it in my pocket and played pool. The phone is on my table now. Lucky number slevin i guess.




We all have a sickness
that cleverly attaches & multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you’ll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
-words by Incubus