06 August 2010
i long to tell you.
"...but for a full minute our bowels were one with the bowels of the earth... like some nightmare attempt to attach out navel cords again and jerk us back to the womb of creation." - f. scott fitzgerald, the last tycoon.
imagine your surprise.
i just came across this lady. and her beautiful book covers. i knew about her clothbound ones. and i've seen some of the other ones in bookstores. but knowing they are all from this one lady inspires a bit of hope and refreshes a bit of loveliness. and makes me happy. especially since i am reading the last tycoon right now.
and if i ever loose my eyes, if my colors all run dry.
these people have a record player. and a pretty lovely record collection. my favorites are: teaser and the firecat, thriller, high tide and green grass, rumours, outlands d'amour, abbey road, the grease soundtrack, glenn miller, james taylor greatest hits anddddd my adidas peter piper.
don't even sing about it.
03 August 2010
01 August 2010
and the way we would speak and all that we wouldn't say.
if i could write a song, i think it would be something sort of like this.
madness takes its toll.
i went to my first rocky horror picture show last night. we only brought toast + newspapers. next time we'll know. next time i'll practice the time warp dance. next time i won't be a first timer. next time will be awesome.
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