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dimanche, février 03, 2008

I think in phrases and soundscapes these days

1. The rule of Alice

2. "Teardrop," Massive Attack

3. "Hey Joe," Jimi Hendrix

4. Flame my blush

The bluest blue eyes. Wears the rock tee-jacket-jeans-sneakers like the most hole-ridden free-size t-shirt. Flashes of tenderness are too fleeting, I feel like a little girl waiting for fireflies to flicker.

Still, the unmistakable thread. The bathtub with the lone rubber duck in the vast garden will always be a revered place. I stare at it every time I pass by with a secret smile.