it’s been a long time coming

...but we’ve been living as friends
so you’ve been a guest in your own home
it’s time to make your house your home
pick up your phone, come on...

love to see you happy

just wait for the weekend

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You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your descretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
I know I can't tame you. But I just keep trying

Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it. You're my kind of man

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Dilligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

No I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater

When we were walking lonely avenue.

When you look at the sky, you see what looks like stars stuck on the inside of a great sphere centered on the Earth. Because the distances are so large, they appear to be the same. This makes it look like the Earth is on the center of a great sky abbyss. All the stars seem to be infinitely far away. We can't fault the ancients for seeing the sky as a hollow circle; it certainly looks that way. Most of the time, staring.

once and for all...

...time will see us realign
diamonds rain across the sky
shower me into the same realm

istanbul, off the water

I'm with his pink fleecy shawl, he's drinking my wine. I'm still sleeping in his bed, he's out for my breakfast. I'm beating the devil's tatoo on the balcony's edge. He's goffering my hair thoroughly nice. Somehow I'm almost there, he's always but nowhere. We can't get enough.

Oh, Manchester!

Hi there! To explain the “Oh, Manchester!” thing, first there's a line in The Smiths song called Suffer Little Children that says, “Oh, Manchester, so much to answer for!” and it’s been stuck in my head for days. Or years? Whenever there is a quiet moment, for example, when I’m standing awkwardly in the middle of a gym, leaning on a hockey stick, the liquid voice of Morrissey will pop into my head, moaning something about, “Over the moors, I’m on the moors.” Fug, what a weird song, come to think of it. The Smiths have a lot of really weird songs, but there are so many priceless one-liners. “Ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye.” Arg, so amazing. I’ve been asked so many stupid “why” questions in my life. “Why are you so weird?” “Why do you wear £500 shoes?” “Why is there a bandaid on your head?” (So, yeah, that one isn’t so stupid.) “Why can’t you just not be that childish?” I don’t know, I’m not you. Just stupid questions that have no sufficient answer. “Because I’m cool?” Right? Stupid questions. A bunch of...

And I wish to you, joy and happiness...

...But above all this, I wish you love.

spin spin sugar

Ev'rybody had a hard year
Ev'rybody had a good time
Ev'rybody had a wet dream,
Ev'rybody saw the sunshine

Ev'rybody had a good year,
Ev'rybody let their hair down,
Ev'rybody pulled their socks up,
Ev'rybody put their foot down.

All that I was looking for
was somebody who looked like you.

3 days in a row

Baby boy when I saw you the first time
I knew right away that you and I
We're connected in a way
I believed that there was way something more
That I could ever express in my own words
I just knew at the time
I belonged to you but it all felt so wrong
To do the things that my heart gave in
Baby I’m telling you...

last & then london

he said: this one is important - and so i trust him

want you back, na na na

Oh, I did it too fast. I was too excited. Otherwise I'm gonna fall of you.

here be sozopol

happy ! lost ! my purrrfect drama ! one more day

- white house city nights

Благодаря че ме доведе дотук. Красиво е. Спиш съвсем близко до мен. Виждам те. И не знаеш. Как много си мисля за теб. Това е първата ни почивка заедно, далеч от моето вкъщи и твоето вкъщи. Далеч, и различно. На едно съвсем непознато място. За каквото и за когото да си говорим и кой за което да си помисли, се радвам че мога все пак да въздишам. Моля те да помислиш и ти доколко може да издържи крехкото ми сърце. Връщам се в леглото ти. Във нашето легло. Имам нуждата от прегръдка. Ще ме познаеш щом се събудиш.

painted shirts

...i'm not a planet either

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...and time matters

“At the atomic scale, it is never possible to obtain what scientists would traditionally consider to be complete information. Aside from the practical problems, there is an inherent limit on the ability to record information about matter and energy. Understanding conjectural objects requires the willing suspension of disbelief. These objects are fuzzy entities that elude concrete escription, defying commonsense notions of space and time, cause and effect. They aren't the sorts of things you can hold in your hand or play catch with. But whatever its form, information can be measured by bits and therefore described using prime numbers. Measuring the motion freezes its spin in one of the directions, or states, destroying the other possibilities. The destruction of all those different possible spin directions means a lot of information gets lost. But one of the key uses of information theories is helping make efficient use of information. Which is all over the place, even further.”

fallin in and out

Giving answer to the why: Your eyes are haunting me !

invisible attraction

- Paul Jenkins, Phenomena Tibetan Flange 1973 -

...and breathe me

wrap me up, unfold me, i am small, be my friend

bitter sweet

absinthe at chocolaterie a:partment / me and my partner in crimes

pirates !

“I love pirates” – like I told him. “Then, the very next script we’ll play soon is for you” – he gently replied. “And my original edition, too” – he added in. “I do adore pirate stories” – I say now. Fantasm - doing it for the kids.