Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Well, well welllllllll

What do we have here?
Well guess what? I'm not afraid of you. Dance away.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

we heart it

I'm not yours
You're Not Mine
Be My Anti-Valentine

Saturday, February 13, 2010

When It's over

In a second or a day or fifty years from now, it will be over. Choose your own "it." It doesn't matter. The over part is what's interesting.

Peeled and rotten. A moldering book in a second hand bin. Even fame will wash your real self away. So don't struggle to hold on to all that pride and competition. Let it go.

I like walking through ruined cities. To stand in parking lot places where there was once a thriving night club. It brings the hope down to size.

It reminds me that my thrilling today is someone else's asphalt tomorrow.

I like fizzy champagne like Marilyn Monroe. Who was really Norma Jean... who left herself at the door for her moment of wonder, and didn't look back.

Me too.