Thursday, December 11, 2008


I read Jack now every day
he sings me my lullabies
and helps me dream sweet dreams
of writing great novels
and taking long trips to the middle of nowhere
he makes me realise that it's all just make believe
isn't it?

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

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