The words and magic of the electric Poet..
Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day's divinity
First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon.
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again
Choose now, they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances.
Lyrics from Awake, off the album I bought for $11 when Yasmin took me to sydney..'An American Paryer' ... Jim Morrison is an amazing poet.
Taylor came home with us last Wednesday. It was fantastic. Whilst waiting for him to be discharged Yasmin and I took to the city, I got:
Orange Fishnet Stockings! There were so many colours but I ended up going with Orange
Way awesome aviator sunnies with blue lenses. Yas got the same pair. Twins-uh!
We had lunch at a vietnamese noodle bar, way rad and delicious
We found a market store that sold childrens clothing and bought Tay a few singlets, one had the thunderbirds on it and the other had the campbells soup can, a la Amdy Warhol. I will turn my brother into a broody artist type if it kills me.
At the moment I am waiting for the boy to call, he wanted to catch up this afternoon/ this evening but I doubt It'll happen. This is a rather lame first entry ..