So you want to go to the motel?
Hold me down and call me honey?
You know I'll never lift a finger against you, honey.
Pull up my hair, flowers piled high.
Cool water, garden showers.
Falling leaves and scarves.
Do you like my wallet, big boy?
Used to go to the cinema, where you'd buy me a slice of pie.
We didn't know about money, just worked nights.
And the value of pie.
All I know now is painted nails and sly peeking between sheets.
Every night's drink drips of drool and desire.
Now, you spend the nights watching a bored TV.
All I want is the feeling.
All I want is the feeling.
And it's been a long, long time.
So you want to go to the motel?
Hold me down and call me honey?
You know I'll never lift a finger against you, honey.
Monday, 4 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
Quote of the Day
“Oh, such promises we make in the heat of our passion, when the breath catches in the throat and the belly trembles. Lured by the warmth of another - the scent of her, the strength of him - our tongues betray us and the words come tumbling from our mouths. The act becomes indistinguishable from the intent, and the truth is confused with lies, even to ourselves. Do we say these things because we truly believe them, or do we believe that, by saying them aloud, they may become true? And, when tested, how many of us can say that we fulfilled our vows, that we did not turn away, that we did not renege on the promises we made? When our partners grow old and slow, when the light in their eyes dims and our ardor cools, how many of us are not tempted to turn away and seek our pleasures elsewhere? Not I. I was faithful always. I kept my vows to her, and she her vows to me, in her way.”
John Connolly, Nocturnes
John Connolly, Nocturnes
Saturday, 2 March 2013
Thought of the Day
Someone wise once said, "It isn't unemployment, it's FUNemployment."
How I wish that were true, as each small outing turns quickly into guilt. Each penny spent is another one I can't afford.
How I wish that were true, as each small outing turns quickly into guilt. Each penny spent is another one I can't afford.
Friday, 1 March 2013
Quote of the Day
“Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, books had no real existence in our world. Like seeds in the beak of a bird waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. they lie dormant hoping for the chance to emerge. They want us to give them life.”
John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
Thursday, 28 February 2013
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