Thursday, April 14, 2011

Jimmy, Jay Gatsby, Ted Hughes, Colin Firth, Samson, Algernon Moncrieff, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits

Please meet me next to the sea on the island. You told me I was beautiful and came into my bed. Naked, and scratched I'll be your bride. We'll bring eachother to perfection. You have not made me suffer, merely wait. Dance me to the end of love. Eat a slice of wonder bread. Don't let Crake kill me. You always look so cool. I love you wildy, passionately, devotedly, hopelessly. I'll jump from the chair I sat in and kiss you. I made up my own language and wore rubber boots. It's closing time. Say you're weary, say you're sad, say you're growing old but add, Jenny kissed me. No, I like you very much. Just as you are.

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