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I did little but sleep, dream, and write today. I went out for some… 
19th-Jan-2004 03:37 am
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I did little but sleep, dream, and write today. I went out for some yummy sandwiches (at Panera's) and errands. I bought sexy underwear and a huge orange towel. :p :)

Whatever it is. :)
Whatever you call it. ;)

Listen to my heart,
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day i'm loving you more than this
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time

Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
~Come What May, Moulin Rouge


When did my chest get so big?
Whose are these giant hands?
I'm supposed to be the little one.

I've been expecting this article (and the Spanish Inquisition) for some time now. I'm not focused enough to comprehend it all right now, but I'm pleased with what I've read.

I'm still amazed how many people haven't heard of LJ or anything like it, still, and don't understand the concept when you explain it. It's like not having heard of AIM, or email, or Google. Because for people who know it, it's sortof a way of life... and I don't see that changing. I cannot be as productive (on certain levels) without it. And tools like that usually stick. Of course, I still need a break from LJ sometimes. But I can easily see keeping one in some form for the rest of my life. (Lots of ideas how LJ might mature, but I'll save those for another time.) The learning curve isn't much steeper than that of instant messaging. Whenever I decide to have a personal webpage again, I'd expect much of it to be journal-based.

Times New Roman is supposedly the most easily read font. The best explanation is how common it is. So I use something else. ;)

Adobe trying to fight popular language. Good luck, guys. :) (I'm only mocking them in a social context - for professional purposes, one would expect this document to exist.)

(a-wa) O kod wa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza

She's a rich girl
She don't try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

He's a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

People say she's crazy
She's got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that's one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you've taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds

And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knowsw hat I'm talking about
As if everybody here would know exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes

She makes the sign of a teaspoon; he makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes and puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes

And she said honey take me dancing but they ended up by sleeping in a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

And I could say Oo oo oo
And everybody here would know what I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds

People say I'm crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that's one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
~Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes, Paul Simon


One of my favorite nudes. I made a winamp skin based on this, years ago.

I've never broken anything. I've never lost consciousness, although there were two times where I fell asleep with near no volition.

Morning smiles
like the face of a newborn child
innocent unknowing
Winter's end
promises of a long lost friend
speaks to me of comfort

Wind in time
rapes the flower trembling on the vine
nothing yields to shelter it
from above
they say temptation will destroy our love
the never ending hunger

but I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
here in this lonely place
tangled up in our embrace
there's nothing I'd like
better than to fall
but I fear I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
I have nothing to give
We have so much to lose...
~Fear, Sarah McLachlan


Through the door,
What do I see?

Bradley says it's haunted
The house upon the hill
And if we meet at 4 a.m.
Then we could know for sure
We carried the ladders
And leaned them against it
And climbed them as we looked
Someone kicked the ladder
Bradley took a spill
Said his leg was broken so we
Dragged him down the hill

Mom found out the whole thing
Mine was first to call
Bradley's leg healed badly
At least he still can walk
We leave in the morning and
No one will hear us and
Meet in the clearing and
I'll bring the sandwiches
David, come quickly
You're missing the whole thing
Now open your big eyes
Take in the sunrise

And through the door
What do I see? (it happens)
Something is happening
Is it for me
~Is It For Me, Toad the Wet Sprocket


I'm flying through all my music on shuffle. Yummy. I have 250 hours on my playlist. :)

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall
~Desert Rose, Sting, Cheb Mami


"I've got this crazy dream, of stipping down to truth and bone..."
~Heather Nova
Comments 
19th-Jan-2004 07:40 am (UTC)
*hugs* lots of good stuff here, too tired to comment in detail. Have a good day.
19th-Jan-2004 11:16 am (UTC)
Big hands are attractive.
I love "Come What May".
LJ is like therapy for me sometimes.
And that nude picture is incredible.

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