Tuesday, December 15, 2009

What's Up With Me and Men and Their Guitars?

And I miserably fail to understand how someone can turn into old love letters and meaningless dedications on front pages of unread books in splits of seconds, into negative vibes and dry words that shock upon uttering, into something that happened in another life time to someone else, definitely not to you.
How all the things make sense in a different sense now.
It is not the end of the world, but rather a different ending to the world.
A distant beautiful inspiration sends its sparks and fades into different horizons, spreading its beauty elsewhere.
I bought a pink lips shaped phone that I find gorgeous.
I have The Beatles lighting up my apple green bedroom wall.
David Gilmore is a god.
This is everything you need to know about me.


  1. This is about everything there is to know about you! Add to that that you were Madonna for Halloween...or something else! :P

  2. Having been a little boy for some time now, I would bet that whatever may escape your understanding is not your problem or challenge.

    "You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
    Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'. "

    This is what WE get. Sometimes all that stuff gets in the way.

    BTW: I will always hold a special place in my heart for anyone that thinks Gilmore is a god. "Wish You Were HERE" is inarguably the best album ever produced on this planet or any other - IMHO.


    OOOOOxxxxPS: Hiya! Forgot I just stumbled in....