magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
a words from our sponsors.
furniture! i love em. listen to postcards and tell me you don't love em too.
surprise! they're a malaysian band. :]
forcing m to get me their newest cd (twilight chases the sun) since obviously there's no way i'll be able to make it for their gig tomorrow night(!!! argh) with the whole of biochem untouched and pelvis, thorax and perineum blur-ed out. but. nice song!
honey, please leave those milky nightlights
on for me cos out the door
the shadows greet the end of day
dearest, come run away with me
into the night on angel wings
under falling stars over sleeping hillocks
my heart it hangs on my sleeve
my heart it hangs on my sleeve
lover, hand me that locket hanging
'round your neck and near your heart
where all your secrets go when they get lost
and on the other side you'll find
i won't be too far behind
--furniture, postcards
+ fictions&fires
12:13 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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