archives for July 2004
left all my pianos out in the rain
Sunday 25 July 2004 | I like a cookie
O how I want my bedtime story story story, tell me stories. The thinly sublimated passage in Peter Pan where Wendy says with desperate seductiveness, Oh Peter, I know such a lot of stories.
There are some girls who’ll do anything to hang with lost boys. Stories and boys always get me in trouble.
Musical keys, I’m […]
