Monday 1 March 2010
the star-child
stars twinkle !
moon shine !
everything will be fine
as long as you be mine
for i am the star-child
make your world go wild
i am the star-child
for i've always lied
sky, sparkle bright !
gleam, lucid light !
mellow, tender night
i'll hold you tight
everything will be all right
for i am the star-child
make your world go wild
i am the star-child
for i've always lied
oh shooting star !
fly far a far !
my shooting star.
moon shine !
everything will be fine
as long as you be mine
for i am the star-child
make your world go wild
i am the star-child
for i've always lied
sky, sparkle bright !
gleam, lucid light !
mellow, tender night
i'll hold you tight
everything will be all right
for i am the star-child
make your world go wild
i am the star-child
for i've always lied
oh shooting star !
fly far a far !
my shooting star.
Sunday 28 February 2010
i found my own true love was on a blue sunday
ooh i do admire them all. ah, on what little things does happiness depend !
it was pouring rain. aw, it was surreal. i felt like someone in these french 1960's films where a boy arrives at his girls home totally wet from the rain.
we we're baking biscuits. i love her. she gave me a box full of biscuits & and i carried it home as if my heart was inside. she told me not to shake the box & i didn't.uh, my mind transcended. later the day the weather cleared. the heavy, grey clouds transformed into white candy floss clouds & sun beams were shining & sparkling through them. there was an unfinished puzzle of paris at night in her living room. the voice of ian curtis/joy division grinded from somewhere behind in her flat. her two siamese cats were meowing and lingering around the rooms. we were in her kitchen, baking green tea short bread biscuits & fortune cookies with our own little quotes. she had printed out some quotes, i read them , whilst cutting the sentences into paper stripes.
me: "oh, i like the oscar wilde quotes.."
she: "ah.true! i love him. have you read 'the picture of dorian gray?'"
me: "er..yes!"
-liar. i haven't. i have just read "the happy prince and other stories" & "the canterville ghost". of course i knew the plot line, but haven't read it anyway. i didn't want to seem illiterate. although i read a lot books, i just never came to read "the picture of dorian gray". yes. i do hate myself for saying that. i promise. tomorrow i'll buy the book & begin read it. right now i'm eating the biscuits she gave me. and i just ate one of our delightful fortune cookies. it said:
"ideas are like children; there are none so wonderful as your own."
true..oh how i love her.
as i was in the underground. i listened to the libertines.
pete sang:"wouldn't it be nice to be dorian gray"
what a coincidence, really :0
it was pouring rain. aw, it was surreal. i felt like someone in these french 1960's films where a boy arrives at his girls home totally wet from the rain.
we we're baking biscuits. i love her. she gave me a box full of biscuits & and i carried it home as if my heart was inside. she told me not to shake the box & i didn't.uh, my mind transcended. later the day the weather cleared. the heavy, grey clouds transformed into white candy floss clouds & sun beams were shining & sparkling through them. there was an unfinished puzzle of paris at night in her living room. the voice of ian curtis/joy division grinded from somewhere behind in her flat. her two siamese cats were meowing and lingering around the rooms. we were in her kitchen, baking green tea short bread biscuits & fortune cookies with our own little quotes. she had printed out some quotes, i read them , whilst cutting the sentences into paper stripes.
me: "oh, i like the oscar wilde quotes.."
she: "ah.true! i love him. have you read 'the picture of dorian gray?'"
me: "er..yes!"
-liar. i haven't. i have just read "the happy prince and other stories" & "the canterville ghost". of course i knew the plot line, but haven't read it anyway. i didn't want to seem illiterate. although i read a lot books, i just never came to read "the picture of dorian gray". yes. i do hate myself for saying that. i promise. tomorrow i'll buy the book & begin read it. right now i'm eating the biscuits she gave me. and i just ate one of our delightful fortune cookies. it said:
"ideas are like children; there are none so wonderful as your own."
true..oh how i love her.
as i was in the underground. i listened to the libertines.
pete sang:"wouldn't it be nice to be dorian gray"
what a coincidence, really :0
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