le moss,newspaper cuttings,counting bruises,filling in formsGuinnessIt curves generously, opening wide to offer its precious bounty. It’s graceful side, an elegant line broken by a mist of condensationBlack enough to hide me, silent as I want my mind to be, just cool enough to sooth me. The froth, soft like flannel, I want to pull sheets of it around me.It can’t heal my body, erase my anguish, or bring anyone back to drink with me one last timeIt tastes good. It softens my mind’s voice for a little while; a glassful of pub-chatter that ferments my whirling thoughts.
beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics
backbeat, before night falls,secretary,dead mans shoes,garden state, running with scissors, control
bagpuss, my name is earl
the dictionary, sylvia plath collected poems, tales of the unexpected
'Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted' John Lennon Oct 9 1940 - Dec 8 1980professor yaffledavid attenborough"Daffodils" (1804)I WANDER'D lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).