March 2010
“Prenez garde à la tristesse, c’est un vice.”
—Gustave Flaubert
“Love, love is strange
Lot of people take it for a game
Once you get it
You’ll never wanna quit (no, no)
After you’ve had it (yeah, yeah)
You’re in an awful fix
Many people
Don’t understand (no, no)
They think loving (yeah, yeah)
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving
Is better than a kiss
When you leave me
Sweet kisses I miss” —Mickey & Sylvia Lyrics, Love Is Strange Lyrics »
Lot of people take it for a game
Once you get it
You’ll never wanna quit (no, no)
After you’ve had it (yeah, yeah)
You’re in an awful fix
Many people
Don’t understand (no, no)
They think loving (yeah, yeah)
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving
Is better than a kiss
When you leave me
Sweet kisses I miss” —Mickey & Sylvia Lyrics, Love Is Strange Lyrics »
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“How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!” —
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!” —
How Doth the Little Crocodile - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I prefer this one though.
“How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.” —Against Idleness And Mischief - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Improve each shining hour
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.” —Against Idleness And Mischief - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“
memory comes when memory’s old
i am never the first to know
following this stream up north
where do people like us float?
there is room in my lap for bruises, asses, handclaps
i will never disappear
for forever, i’ll be here whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
i learned to not eat the snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold
on a bed of spider web
i think about to change myself
a lot of hope in one man tent
there’s no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm
velvet mites will keep us warm
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
“Who put this brain inside of me?
It cries. It demands. It says that there is a chance.
It will not say “no”.” —Bukowski
It cries. It demands. It says that there is a chance.
It will not say “no”.” —Bukowski
