on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
waiting.
walking.
sulking.
writing.
drinking.
driving.
dancing.
talking.
listening.
bitching.
moaning.
watching.
and thinking,
always fucking thinking.
I think that we build ideas of what we are looking for in people. The person with the beautiful body, the person with the beautiful soul or the beautiful mind, but as you grow older I think it occurs to you as it has to me, that these qualities are not monopolized by single individuals and are just an ideal. So I would like to be in the company of those that reflect these ideals. In return I will try to accomplish the same.
I will try to explore your ideas of beauty and if it suits me I will try to help fufill them and maybe you should do the same.
(i did not write this - someone else did and i stole it. it was mcd.)
The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars.
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes "Awww!"
(i didn't write that one either. kerouac did.)
"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cheshire Cat.
"I don't much care where--" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"--so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question.
"What sort of people live about here?"
"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat:
"we're all mad here.
I'm mad.
You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
(obviously this is carroll.)
ummmm lately?
chris beats
the nocturnal playlist
the stops
the yeah yeah yeahs
the notwist
catherine wheel
snow patrol
the doves
suede
blur
easter parade.
on the town.
seven brides for seven brothers
on deck: the happiest millionaire.
earth star voyager.
bbc.
no angels.
black books.
the venture brothers.
fooly cooly.
spaced.
aeon flux.
reign.
there's some ballard in my bathroom i've been meaning to pick up.
my family.