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got me today darwin's nightmare seen in movie theaters. I had not imagined that such a real horror movies are.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Friday, October 7, 2005
Ideas For Golf Fancy Dress
rediscovered
morning theft sketches for my sweetheart (jeff buckley)
Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss Goodnight from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I have to send it away to bring her back again.
morning theft sketches for my sweetheart (jeff buckley)
Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss Goodnight from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I have to send it away to bring her back again.
Tuesday, October 4, 2005
My Dog Ate A Cantalope Melon
such is life
there's just one person I can't forget right now; the young italian lawyer I met last sunday in train from milan to brig. life's sometimes strange. why am I every morning wide-awake at 7 o'clock? it never occurred to me before .. Voluntarily to get up before 10 or 11th
there's just one person I can't forget right now; the young italian lawyer I met last sunday in train from milan to brig. life's sometimes strange. why am I every morning wide-awake at 7 o'clock? it never occurred to me before .. Voluntarily to get up before 10 or 11th
Friday, September 30, 2005
Connecting A Portable Tv
l'ultimo giorno a perugia
bin grad in an internet cafe in Perugia, had never needed more minutes on my card and my bus is at a quarter past four. from the radio sounds blowin 'the wind dylan bob (thanks to the unmistakable voice. today is my last day on paying in the Umbrian, leaving tomorrow with a friend to Bologna and finally on Sunday to take home by train via Milan. almost five weeks were a beautiful, unforgettable time. I do have time every day in this absolutely delicious eaten .. heights only once the stirrer must kochloeffel. and anyway would I prefer to stay here .. the lifestyle, spontaneity, and openness this country, says me too ... could hardly be conflicting with what I have experienced in England.
bin grad in an internet cafe in Perugia, had never needed more minutes on my card and my bus is at a quarter past four. from the radio sounds blowin 'the wind dylan bob (thanks to the unmistakable voice. today is my last day on paying in the Umbrian, leaving tomorrow with a friend to Bologna and finally on Sunday to take home by train via Milan. almost five weeks were a beautiful, unforgettable time. I do have time every day in this absolutely delicious eaten .. heights only once the stirrer must kochloeffel. and anyway would I prefer to stay here .. the lifestyle, spontaneity, and openness this country, says me too ... could hardly be conflicting with what I have experienced in England.
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