Debbie Harry riding a Polar Bear
The notion of being lost at sea and ending up washed ashore in a fictional eastern country.
Roxy music album covers
Heart shaped crystals
Wearing cat ears
The death metal dance scene in Wild at Heart.
Balkan Erotica
Braile Porn
Filter coffee in polystyrene cups
Slot Machines
Westerns
Hand coloured black and white photographs
Mummies (the Mummies)
Wolf whistling thirties revival boys
Japanese street kids
Barbarella
Macho Italian Boys
Lucid dreaming
Pushy cheerleading mothers
Hand delivered notes
Old man who put their face in their hands with mock despair
Language barriers
The girl who dresses up as snow white at Disney land
People who dedicate their live to science
Doctor Zhivago
Rotting teeth
Bleeding noses
The name Thurston
The “fool’s gold” video
Ariel poems and mermaid
Antoine Doniel
Miranda July
Chromatic Diets
Crocheted sparkly blankets
“Tina”
Marbled wife beaters
Porcelain dogs
Novelty Christmas Trees
M.I.A
The name Dawn
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
There were things completely unspeakable between the two of them.
Words unfolding inside words,
Fantastic visions swirled around her head, so surreal and exact she could not fathom how to transmit them to reality.
It just needed to happen.
They kissed and she pulled a hair from her mouth.
Her younger brother built a castle out of candy.
They sat inside it in her dreams and kissed in-between mouthfuls.
She was too well dressed to be in the waiting room, too cool to be sick.
She went through the atmosphere and into space which was a vast ocean.
He called her a Hitchcockian blonde and himself a regular Jimmy stewart, with a grey suit and smooth voice.
As their eyes meet lines filled her head. You open you mouth as wide as a cat. Sylvia said.
I went delirious and back again, banck to my clean cut slate
My mind was a blobby baby dribbling and spewing
But now a wise old woman nodding and blinking
I see
History without being there
Conjured up, through strange stragled pieces of second accounts
You know I don’t really like it, but someone will,
Going to her house for five in seven
I talked to his brother for hours and hours
Chasing the feeling that I meant to have
I could hear him saying her name in the mirror
Words unfolding inside words,
Fantastic visions swirled around her head, so surreal and exact she could not fathom how to transmit them to reality.
It just needed to happen.
They kissed and she pulled a hair from her mouth.
Her younger brother built a castle out of candy.
They sat inside it in her dreams and kissed in-between mouthfuls.
She was too well dressed to be in the waiting room, too cool to be sick.
She went through the atmosphere and into space which was a vast ocean.
He called her a Hitchcockian blonde and himself a regular Jimmy stewart, with a grey suit and smooth voice.
As their eyes meet lines filled her head. You open you mouth as wide as a cat. Sylvia said.
I went delirious and back again, banck to my clean cut slate
My mind was a blobby baby dribbling and spewing
But now a wise old woman nodding and blinking
I see
History without being there
Conjured up, through strange stragled pieces of second accounts
You know I don’t really like it, but someone will,
Going to her house for five in seven
I talked to his brother for hours and hours
Chasing the feeling that I meant to have
I could hear him saying her name in the mirror
I've pictured you in coffins. My baby in a coffin.
I hope you don't think i'm too sentimental. Remember i'm not terribly serious. Not terribly.
from here to eternity
thats where you take me.
Sometimes i get an undefinable urge to send you a letter by owl to roam the streets at night. There is glitter on my gums.
Sometimes i get an undefinable urge to send you a letter by owl to roam the streets at night. There is glitter on my gums.
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