Delirium

i could play with my doggie, instead, or name all the clouds in the whole sky, one by one. i could do a funny sort of forgottery dance, or teach everyone here how to drive in motor cars, which is one side of the road only at the same time....

the name of the word

What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?
There isn't one.
Oh. I thought maybe there was.

Neil Gaiman, Brief Lives

Your only crime is silence

Candy on the Rocks II by Laura Rubin

Doctors tell me that I’m cynical
I tell them that it must be chemical

inversions

Tree - Animation, 1981

the garden

It is no small thing to be made a saint, especially when you’re alive and kicking and have to give your consent
Derek Jarman

sleep the clock around

And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the liberty hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you have nothing to say

strange little girl

and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine

you can read here but you can't tell what's going on in my mind

Surviving desire

Can you wait here?
How long?
An hour and a half.
And then what?
I'll tell you the future.
At five-thirty?
Without fail.
Five-thirty.

the book of life

when Polly became Magdalena

et ultra

anna! so jung. anna meine

A hostage to kindness

Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.

the queen is dead

She said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said: "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"

Ticket to ride
Put me on the train for London Town

strange days, always waiting for something to happen.
All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there

last night i dreamt

my life with Morrissey
so bona to vada

can you blame us?

schoolboys in stilettos and Diana Dors on the cover of NME
there are some bad people on the right

Wilde is on mine

All those people, all those lives, where are they now? Here was a woman who once lived and loved, full of the same passions, fears, jealousies, hates. And what remains of it now ... I want to cry

Frida

I suffered two grave accidents in my life. One in which a streetcar knocked me down. The other accident is Diego.

XVII - Stella

She is the star of Hope.

Ticket to ride
Timbuctu, waiting for the Nommo to come from the Star of the Magi

james dean is not dead

Send me anything Jimmy touched. If he touched a wall, send me a piece of the wallpaper