Been there. Done that.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I just remembered something. I was at the Trevii Fountain in Rome. I never made a wish. I never tossed a coin. Guess I was moving a little too fast.
Would it have made any difference?
You wouldn't know, would you? You've already missed the chance.
It's never coming back darling, it's never coming back.
Would it have made any difference?
You wouldn't know, would you? You've already missed the chance.
It's never coming back darling, it's never coming back.
Nizar Qabbani
"Your love taught me things
that were never accounted for
So I read children's fairytales
I entered the castles of Jennies
and I dreamt that she would marry me
the Sultan's daughter
those eyes...
clearer than the water of a lagoon
those lips...
more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight
and I dreamt that I would give
her necklaces of pearl and coral
Your love taught me, my lady,
what is insanity
it taught me... how life may pass
without the Sultan's daughter arriving"
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
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The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Things inside quotation marks
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Sometimes I post things in quotation marks, my very own words in quotation marks. Because that way I can fool people into thinking that they're not my own thoughts and feelings but something out of a song, a poem, or a quotation by someone famous and clever.
I always give away too much. I'm scared now.
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Sometimes I post things in quotation marks, my very own words in quotation marks. Because that way I can fool people into thinking that they're not my own thoughts and feelings but something out of a song, a poem, or a quotation by someone famous and clever.
I always give away too much. I'm scared now.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I want your ugly, I want your disease.
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Play count on my iTunes library: Bad Romance, 97 fucking times.
Who knew a pop song could be so painfully addictive? I know it's wrong.
I could die of a Bad Romance overdose.
"I want your love and all your lovers' revenge. You and me could write a bad romance............ Caught in a bad romance."
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Play count on my iTunes library: Bad Romance, 97 fucking times.
Who knew a pop song could be so painfully addictive? I know it's wrong.
I could die of a Bad Romance overdose.
"I want your love and all your lovers' revenge. You and me could write a bad romance............ Caught in a bad romance."
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