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.

sometimes i walk around town looking at faces.

thanks, ladyjane.

be careful what you wish for.


"son, the last thing you’ll realize you need is what you’ve already got."

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.

it was all i could do to remember about you.


there's a lot to be done while your head is still young.

read the letter from the memory girl,
but it takes more than that to make sense of the day.

remember when it was late and there was noone in grand central.

lovely stream.

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.


i didn't forget. i just didn't have that internet stuff for a while. happy birthday a few days late. wednesday was one of my most favorite days in a very long time. i think it had something to do with my friend finding a four leaf clover and giving me his good luck, and... with it being august 4th.

03 August 2010

we slept in sunday.

i keep seeing feathers everywhere i go. i wonder what that means. it must mean something.