Like air.

So I put my Itunes on shuffle this morning, and this is what played:





Agreement from the Universe.

Trish Keenan is a fucking genius.

More.

just in case

anybody out there was wondering what to get me for my birthday:

1) any or all of the things on this wish list.
2) these or these. (I know, yeah right, but a reasonable facsimile would do too.)
3) a bicycle! I sold mine in Tampa because it wouldn't fit in my car. I've been scouring yard sales for an old beach cruiser, yellow or pink with a basket preferably.
4) a bottle of wine and your company would be nice too. So hop on a plane and come see me, damn it! (Mika, that means you!)

risposta/sogni.

sunny afternoon.

tea and cake.

Who's afraid?

I think also that our bodies are in truth naked. We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence. Virginia Woolf.

blindness beyond all conceiving.