12/29/11
12/28/11
12/25/11
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
12/2/11
11/23/11
11/22/11
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
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