June 2011
Goodnight Bad Morning
The Kills
The Kills - Goodnight Bad Morning
“The speeds working I see it in everyone
Like a lost idea and the lap of sun
Your eyes are ready for takeoff melting your head
What a beautiful state we are in”
“Your fingertips wrote a message across my back. There was no more paper in the bedside table drawer, I know this because we spent all morning covering each nook of the house for a scrap of parchment.
You said the most fragile stories deserve to be written onto delicate places, so my spine became your wish kept close on that dry summer afternoon, I remember finding a pressed blue bonnet in the pages of my father’s worn-out copy of Don Quixote.” —By Elvedon
You said the most fragile stories deserve to be written onto delicate places, so my spine became your wish kept close on that dry summer afternoon, I remember finding a pressed blue bonnet in the pages of my father’s worn-out copy of Don Quixote.” —By Elvedon
“My feet dangled out of the car window in the afternoon sunlight; I read about pressing fallen petals into wounds. Inhale. I want roots to fill the spaces between my fingers. Exhale. Your lips were soft. I remember too much.”
—The slow dance of the infinite stars: This I remember.
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere.”
—Jack Kerouac
“Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize “The stars are words” and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”
—Jack Kerouac - Lonesome Traveler
“I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes.”
—Rumi
I love my sister to death
