Again in the last car at night, with a little black book and a strange silver fountain pen. The only person without a suitcase. There in the corner. Placed in the right seat to get out on 96th street.
And then again early in the morning, in a packed car, barely able to open the little moleskine in the crowd. A nervous woman breathing into my sleeve. A heavy set man working his way through little menus on the screen of his pocket PC. Not quite sure why I would decide to draw an odd spaceman, just a day before Columbia was about to return from space. I did not even know.
your intuition is highly under-rated
it's major tom.
my new favorite!
his appearence makes me want to touch him. thick, spoungy, and dense is how i imagine him to feel.
Amazing, amazing, Witold... simply AMAZING!!! You oughta be HUGE! Seriously, something is not right here. Let's make this happen. Wanna join me? Let's make Earth forget what the world was like before Witold & S.britt. You game?
I hope you know I'm serious. You continue to be one of the most inspirational people I have never met. I'm sorry for being MIA lately, but it's been for good reason. I'm trying to pave the way for our future collaborations...
(thank you Griff..) : )
(Stephan!, wow, wow, but wait, you are one of the most inspirational people. And it is me who was missing in action, big time.
Yeah, let's make some good things. I am all for it. Absolutely.
Wow, I really feel honored.
boy, oh boy...)