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how beautiful: to all the killer whales…
I’m a fountain of blood, In the shape of a girl,
You’re the bird on the brim, Hypnotised by the Whirl.
Drink me, make me feel real, Wet your beak in the stream,
Game we’re playing is life, Love is a two way dream.
Leave me now, return tonight, Tide will show you the way,
If you forget my name, You will go astray Like a killer whale Trapped in a bay.
I’m a path of cinders Burning under your feet,
You’re the one who walks me I’m your one way street.
I’m a whisper in water, Secret for you to hear,
You are the one who grows distant, When I beckon you near.
I’m a tree that grows hearts, One for each that you take,
You’re the intruder hand, I’m the branch that you break.
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guess who wrote this? Ill be checking the comments and have given the obvious clue away already. a winner will be picked from from a draw and will receive a p r i z e…. by dd
Quote of the day: for all the Lovers
“the deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you may contain.” –khalil gibran
oil painting portrait of gibran by yusef hoyiek. by dd
fashion your seatbelts
it’s been fun so far. to a great week ahead ; ) by KL
quote of the day
when there’s no wind, row.
banned in brooklyn: dangerous read
you won”t believe the kind of books you can find in the brooklyn public library’s banned vault where they store pieces that are unfit for the ‘average reader’. mind you, we’re not talking wasila – (palin land) were talking about brooklyn new york here! after various requests from the patrons, they had to lock-up poor milo and the highly dangerous ‘tintin in congo’. that being said the library staff has said that they frequently receive requests for “much more random books” (use your imagination, as i can’t imagine what would be sitting next to tintin) of course a few yards from the vault, mein kampf, remains available…. by pp’
quote of the day
there is no such thing as luck. luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
quote of the day
man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
give him a mask and he will tell you the truth.
give him a mask and he will tell you the truth.
Model LIYA KEBEDE : DEDICATAED GIRL
liya kebede recently spoke at the UN. she is not only a beautiful woman on the outside, but obviously has a strength and beauty inside that can be an inspiration for all of us. here is the article in the huffington post. by kl
so sad!
sharon tate: this is one of the saddest pictures ever. if you don’t know the story, it’s best that you don’t. by dd
one of my favorite lyrics: razzmatazz Jarvis Cocker
yeah sure it’s a bit mean, but not unlike the rolling stones “play with fire” it works somehow. especially if you’ve been in such a relationship, ever. i envision the recipient of such lyrics to be a lohan type! here you go:
The trouble with your brother, he’s always sleeping with your mother
And I know that your sister missed her time again this month
Am I talking too fast or are you just playing dumb?
If you want I can write it down
It should matter to you but aren’t you the one with your razzmatazz
and the nights on the town?
Oh you knew it and you blew it didn’t you babe?
I was lying when I asked you to stay now no-one’s gonna care
If you don’t call them when you said
And he’s not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
And all those stupid little things they ain’t working
No they aren’t working anymore
You started getting fatter three weeks after I left you
Now you’re going with some kid looks like some bad comedian
Are you gonna go out, are you sitting at home eating boxes of Milk Tray?
Watch TV on your own, aren’t you the one with your razzmatazz
and your nights on the town?
And your father wants to help you doesn’t he babe?
But your mother wants to put you away
Now no-one’s gonna care if you don’t call them when you said
And he’s not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
And all those stupid little things they ain’t working
Oh they aren’t working anymore
Oh well I saw you at the doctor’s waiting for a test
You tried to look like some kind of heiress but your face is such a mess
And now you’re going to a party and you’re leaving on your own
Oh I’m sorry but didn’t you say that things go better with a little bit of razzamatazz? by dd
bunny jarvis
a friend of mine told me this story over the week-end about jarvis cocker whom she has known for a long time. i’ll try to tell the story as she told me: she used to see jarvis in various parties and such, and at all times jarvis was handling a bottle of krug champagne and a carrot. so at some point my friend asked about the carrot, and jarvis told her that before his claim to fame, he had never had any champagne, deep in england where he comes from beer was the only choice. the first time he had champagne, he though that it was ok but it left him with a rather foul breath, so he went back to drinking beer. then it turned out, that one day he discovered krug, which he liked very much. so the story goes, he decided that he would carry a carrot in his pocket whenever he went out and after every sip of champagne, to balance the acidity, he would take a bite off the carrot to keep his fresh breath! hope my friend’s story is accurate, i love it too much to be disappointed. by pp’
