The Very Urban Lady of Shallot |
In places where the sunshine beatsquite softly down on ancient streets,where love will tame but malice eatsour little hearts and sleeping sheets;you'll see this Camelot.Where older folk are pushed asi...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 10:57:00 GMT |
What darling will save you from the edge? |
At the moment, I feel like I am walking on a glass roof with that sort of red terror that could paralyse me if I dared to look down. I know the roof can probably hold me, but what if it didn't? There ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 12:09:00 GMT |
The massage |
I am being massaged, but I can tell it's really embalming. There's this pretty little cat-boy with his eyes outlined blackly. I must be dead because it's so peaceful, and all I can feel is warmth and ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 08:04:00 GMT |
Just so you know |
This is just for you. Its my fault, because I made you an ideal you never even touched the level of perfection in my head. There was always an aura of fragility around you that darkened everything ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 10:24:00 GMT |
Along the Line of Best Fit |
It's weird living in a place that you don't fit. It's like taking a piece of jigsaw puzzle and ramming it right into the picture, even though you know its one sticky out bump will hurt because it can'...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 05:53:00 GMT |
Paint |
You're so sweet, and your eyes are all flickery and shy. I can imagine one day painting a wall for you, covered in paint head to toe, just waiting for you to walk in and smell the sweet painty scent a...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 07:07:00 GMT |
Someone like me, like you |
A dream I had a few nights ago
The scene opens on a crowded bar. Everyone is talking/cheering/singing/full of life. The camera slowly pans past couples and groups of people until it rests on...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 14:33:00 GMT |
Glass Frost and the Hall of Phobias |
The frostiness looks like glass shards scattered on the road all the way home, and has that same kind of dangerous beauty that broken glass always has. It's the way you feel drawn to touch something s...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 01:28:00 GMT |
Face face face |
I see faces in everything. It's a mild hysteria.
This is the handbag that started it.
Weird.
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 09:45:00 GMT |
Sorry |
I feel like I might die of unhappiness, and swearing will turn the clock back. Fall back because we can't spring forward. What will I do in this corner? Nothing. Nothing. Black nothing, and I can't se...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 14:21:00 GMT |
