posted November 05, 2007 10:30 AM              

The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of, in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? "Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognise you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words. Except for these: I love you". Such would I say to him if he were really here.

posted November 05, 2007 10:52 AM              

Ah, yes, the language of love.

posted November 05, 2007 11:01 AM              

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You're getting sad, you're getting sadder
And I dont understand, and I don't understand

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And the Bible didnt mention us
Not even once

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You don't have no Dr. Robert
You don't have no Uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write, but you can't edit

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This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some-
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

~ Regina Spektor

posted November 05, 2007 02:11 PM            

"He appeared in a few minutes, clad only in a pair of low-cut blue jeans, scratching the hair on his chest. He was sober enough, and that surprised me. Maybe he hadn't been there long.
'Okay, kids, whatta ya need me for?'
As Johnny told him the story, I studied Dally, trying to figure out what there was about this tough-looking hood that a girl like Cherry Valance could love. Tow-headed and shifty-eyed, Dally was anything but handsome. Yet in his hard face there was character, pride, and a savage defiance of the world. He could never love Cherry Valance back. It would be a miracle if Dally loved anything. The fight for self-preservation had hardened him beyond caring."
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"...reached the circle of light under the street lamp, and skidding to a halt, he turned and jerked a black object from his waistband. I remembered his voice: I been carryin' a heater. It ain't loaded, but it sure does help a bluff.
It was only yesterday that Dally had told Johnny and me that. But yesterday was years ago. A lifetime ago.
Dally raised the gun, and I thought: YOu blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of the shots, even as I begged silently-- Please, not him... not him and Johnny both-- I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.
Nobody would write editorials praising Dally. Two friends of mine had died that night: one a hero, the other a hoodlum. But I remembered Dally pulling Johnny through the window of the burning church; Dally giving us his gun, although it could mean jail for him; Dally risking his life for us, trying to keep Johnny out of trouble. And now he was a dead juvenile delinquent and there wouldn't be any editorials in his favor. Dally didn't die a hero. He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday. Just like Tim Shepard and Curly Shepard and the Brumly boys and the other guys we knew would die someday. But Johnny was right. He died gallant."

posted November 05, 2007 04:37 PM              

~ Kurt Cobain
"About A Son"

posted November 07, 2007 10:23 AM              

"Your dearest wish will come true.
Lucky numbers: 8, 23, 32, 39, 40, 46"

posted November 07, 2007 11:47 PM              

"Love Minus Zero / No Limit"

Bob Dylan

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

posted November 08, 2007 10:26 PM              

It's all a matter
of soul and fire.
Infatuation
or true desire.

The thrill of discovery,
divine intervention;
cruel, cruel change,
pain of rejection.

As you walk away
think of all the joy we shared.
If you decide you need me,
I'll be wondering if I care...

Not there to soothe your soul,
friend to tender friend.
I think our love is coming to an end.

King persuader,
congratulations.
You share her heart,
you bought her soul

Princess confusion
come to me again.
Saying goodbye
was so much fun.

When you walk away
feel the freedom in your heart.
There's a joy in letting go,
free to find a love apart.

When I lose control
I need a kind, forgiving friend,
but I think our love is coming to an end.

posted November 10, 2007 09:49 PM              

Comes in colors, pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark, 'cause it's iridescent
Take it with you when you travel far

Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestone, setting on a
Pedestal of Abalone Shells

Going 90, I ain't scary
'Cause I got the Virgin Mary
Assuring me that I won't go to hell

posted November 10, 2007 10:40 PM              

Dont go to church on sunday
Dont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lees candy store

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I dont want no anna zabba
Dont want no almond joy
There aint nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well its the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul

(solo)
When the weather gets rough
And its whiskey in the shade
Its best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But thats ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

posted November 10, 2007 10:48 PM              

He's gonna cover us up with leaves
With a blanket from the moon

With a promise and a vow
And a lullaby for my brow

I know my Jesus gonna be here
Be here soon

Well I aint gotta do nothing but wait here
I don't have to shout

I got me no reason
and I got no doubt

I'm gonna get myself unfurled
from this mortal coiled up world

Because Jesus gonna be here
Gonna be here soon

I got to keep my eyes, keep 'em wide open
So I can see my Lord

I'm gonna watch the horizon
For my brand new Ford

I can hear Him rolling on down the lane
I said Hollywood be thy name

Jesus gonna be
Gonna be here soon

Well I've been faithful
And you know I've been so good

Except for drinking
But He knew that I would

I'm gonna leave this place better
Than the way I found that it was

And Jesus gonna be here
Be here soon

posted November 10, 2007 10:54 PM              

Guess I grew up too fast
And I forgot my name

We're in cities at night
and we got time on our hands

So leave the driving to us
And it's the real thing

And you'll be rolling in the blender with me

And I can love you
Like a color
TV

Now love is here
C'mon and try it
I got love for sale
Got love for sale
And now love is here
C'mon and buy it
Got love for sale,
Got love for sale.

You can put your lipstick
all over my designer jeans

I'll be a video for you
If you turn my dial

You can cash my check
if you go down to the bank
(down at the bank!)

You get two for one
For a limited time

Push my button...
The toast pops up

Love and money
Gettin' all mixed up!

And now love is here
C'mon and try it

I got love for sale
Got love for sale

Love is here
C'mon and try it
I got love for sale
I got Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love

posted November 14, 2007 08:50 PM              

Doobie Brothers

Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright

I dont care what they may say
I dont care what they may do
I dont care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright

Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright

I dont care what they may know
I dont care where they may go
I dont care what they may know
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus, hes my friend; jesus, hes my friend
He took me by the hand; led me far from this land
Jesus, hes my friend

Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright

posted November 23, 2007 10:15 PM              

hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll be alone in a quick
hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll never get another fix

i'm telling you it's not a trick
pay attention, don't be thick
or you're liable to get licked

you're gonna see the reason why
when they're spitting in your eye
they'll be spitting in your eye

hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
a girl's not a tonic or a pill
hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
you're just jonesing for a spill

oh, how your bubble's gonna burst
when you meet another nurse
she'll be driving in a hearse

you're gonna need a heap of glue
when they all catch up with you
and they cut you up in two

now your ears are ringing
the birds have stopped their singing
everything is turning grey

no candy in your till
no cutie left to thrill
you're alone on a tuesday

hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll be alone in a quick
hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll never get another fix

i'm telling you it's not a trick
pay attention, don't be thick
or you're liable to get licked

you're gonna see the reason why
when they're spitting in your eye
they'll be spitting in your eye

http://youtube.com/watch?v=T86YAN2T-hs