12/28/11

12/4/11

le poison

...all that is not equal to the poison which flows
from your eyes, from your green eyes,
lakes where my soul trembles and sees its evil side...
my dreams come in multitude
to slake their thirst in those bitter gulfs.
-Le Poison, Charles Baudelaire

11/18/11

bande à part





















John and Eri being themselves somewhere in Los Angeles

I just held on and hoped you’d find 
The nowhere else you’d find my kind 
Dear John, oh yes I did all I could 
To make it be like the wallflower who never could 
And I admit I wasn’t pure, dear John 
When I try so hard to make you sure 
Life without you is not a cure 
Dear John 
And my unsung hero lies beneath 
The rooftops made of gold 
He’s telling me I should jump 
He’ll be there when I fall 
So I step back, pretend I’m shocked 
Really I always knew 
This would happen to me and you, dear John 
I just held on and hoped you’d find 
The nowhere else you’d find my kind 
Dear John 
Love’s almighty