Aprosexic balloon

w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Bummer

Today's lyric:
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"Come sleep on the beach
Keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near
I'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and I'm cold
But thank God I ain't old
Why didn't I ever say what I mean?
I should have split home at fifteen.
There's a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see?
Where have I been?"

The Who: "Sea and sand"
From the album: "Quadrophenia"

a word in your shell-like


Last night I was offered an all expenses paid, live-aboard fortnight in Fiji, with a scuba-diver instructor's course thrown in. And with Ol' Sparky guaranteed a berth too.

Then the alarm clock went off.

I know that dreamtales are the last bolthole of bereft bloggers, but the sense of disappointment has lasted all morning...

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