Saturday, August 01, 2009
On a dead end street in the middle of the city,
we meet. We like all the same things, you know
the story. We're kept apart by the predictable
haunts -- old love, everything to lose. I once
said a place was heaven and a child told me that
it was heaven because it had a lot of cemeteries.
I feel certain we are buried together there.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I write songs about things that I'm simultaneously trying to not think about." Warren Zevon
Drinking movie suggestion: 500 Days Of Summer
Benedictions and Maledictions