thought of you as my peak,
thought of you as everything
i’ve had but couldn’t keep,
[i’ve had but couldn’t keep].
Tag Archives: the velvet underground
as pure and strange as what i see,
i’d put you in the mirror
i put in front of me,
i put in front of me.
linger on, your pale blue eyes,
linger on, your pale blue eyes.
who loves the wind? who cares that it makes breezes?
Oof, I’ve finally updated my wordpress – it takes me ages to succumb to any sort of computer update (creature-of-habit/don’t-like-change). It’s awfully odd round here now. My font’s gone all type-writery and everything on the screen has spread out really far. It’s throwing me right off my thought pattern. Still, anything to get me away from a constant stream of dreadful news. A shocking state of affairs, quite frankly. Where do we go from here, I beg? But anyway, other than listening to the news and nomming on generous helpings of leftover lasagne, I’ve also spent time catching up on my reading à la Sylvie Vartan. Well good. Shame about having to work later.