mood: whistles whistling and confetti in the air
song: willow's song, isobel campbell
"The guitar filled with rain, rain softened the paper sacks, the sacks split and perfume spilled on the pavement, pearls rolled in the gutter: while the wind pushed and the cat scratched, the cat screamed - but worse I was frightened."
today is a humdrum day. i'm waiting. i'm waiting. oh, i'm waiting for the winds to change and for lost messages, replies, offers, signals and most of all, for patience. the warmth of the fireplace plus the coffeeshop windows reflect false flames into the outside rain and they slick along the roofs of cars that are passing by.
someone left their library receipt pressed between the pages of my borrowed book. (spring garden - adult, 03/21/07 12:24 pm, breakfast at tiffany's: a short novel an, ordinary people, the united states of leland, a history of violence, the royal tenenbaums). like birthday cards in abandoned desks or a secret inventory of your grocery cart, now i know you just a little.
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That list of movies is not too shabby.
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