then, moments ago, a message from Paris inspired this and I suddenly feel free to do as I please again...
then, rather at random, I clicked on strange new worlds and may have found a neighbor, but whether a friend or stranger I impulsively lend support to Peter in this commercial business endeavor simply (and quite impulsively) because it pleases me...
of course the unknown pleases me much too (hopefully not too much though), and so did blogmad and at the moment, Meg and Dia do rather intensely (hey, some things are worth repeating, like a good recipe or great sex, for instance)...
and I wondered if it died or just became yesterday
and nothing I could do could bring it back
this life is a one way track
time and time again I sing this song
and I wonder if it's right or if it's wrong
and it doesn't really matter in the end
if life is without a friend
loneliness can become madness as an art
or it can wallow dying in the dark
but suffering is underated and not very smart
even if it started as a lark
and in the end, what is the love really equal to?... nothing compares to you... nothing is equal to love... love... love... was it the Beatles or the Beegees who started the joke?... and does it really matter if nobody gets it?...
when you wish upon a star
that dreams become the things you do
and now that we've come this far
what if we just took the leap
in our imaginary car
and drove to the same place
would we share the same space
head space, head case
in this world where a door can be a jar
merci beaucoup mes amies
and amy, wherever you are