It used to be full of stars, but now I'm full of scars.
Somewhere near You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever. I got lost in:
Telling you The "naked at school" dream He dreamt the sky bled greyblue and poetry Squeeze Box Pony Among the lost: Schrödinger's AssassinLost In Space Li Qingzhao's lingering fragrance cryomaniac entropy and apathy Simplistic Motivate me to move and I'll give you a reason to stay in bed Gourmand Usergroup Antipyresis you want to use blood; i say we use devotion Moonage Daydream Insistent we wake up every morning and train to jump into the sun moonraking Elle sourit en apprenant que la fin du monde approchait. Godspeed You Black Emperor! Kit Dem Bones Disheveled Her legs shifting underneath the desk April 1, 2008 Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. Möbius rose It is a strange thing to wake up every day and do things you care nothing about Dressed, out the door, dreaming She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light The New Mummies Battlezone on the black current of a tarmac road Kurt Cobain's Suicide Note III Sides To Every Story blunted affect around three a.m., things broke Daydream have given my heart away just as carelessly and as meticulously planned as ever Noders' poetry We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death Full Moon Fever Apocrypha Heartsilk Yanqui U.X.O. Welcome to the Land of Entrapment I will stitch your heart together with filthy twine and sex How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me" February 19, 2011 There is not much new to say about snow, or about broken love She is that most perfect art Stilly New Europe Where are the girls precision vs. accuracy Perfect Blue Buildings the flags are all dead at the tops of their poles You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that? All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief Why there is no moloch13 July 29, 2007 February 18, 2011 tides Der Erlkönig Don't Go Away September 6, 2010 My Pretty Pony I have failed How we were, before you were Revolving doors that only open when someone exits Belinda, Tuesday morning A nodermeet on a shoestring and shoe leather. London, April 2008.