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those who read my last (very protected) entry know that it's a rare occasion for me to wax quixotic, but what a feeling it is. jack johnson has a quaint little song called "Banana Pancakes." it's about this man asking his girlfriend to stay with him in bed a little longer. its raining outside, and all he wants is for her not to leave like she did so often in the early morn. "i'll make you banana pancakes," he pleads. i hate bananas, but i wish i didnt, if only for the desire of someone writing this song for me. "Blue Eyes" by the Cary brothers makes me wish i had blue eyes. i want to be a muse. that would be pretty damn kickass :D
when trotsky suspected stalin of planning his assassination, he caught a glance of his wife in the garden and said, "la vita e bella," life is beautiful...i guess this story would be a little schweeter if stalin wasnt the catalyst...
infatuations. not as deep as love, or even like, but it certainly feels real, doesnt it? you know it leads to nowhere, but you'll take every chance you can get, regardless of consquence. perhaps its the thrill of the chase, the ungettable get. maybe if i think about it hard enough fantasy might materialize into something real. maybe, im just fucking delusional.
but i love it so.
when trotsky suspected stalin of planning his assassination, he caught a glance of his wife in the garden and said, "la vita e bella," life is beautiful...i guess this story would be a little schweeter if stalin wasnt the catalyst...
infatuations. not as deep as love, or even like, but it certainly feels real, doesnt it? you know it leads to nowhere, but you'll take every chance you can get, regardless of consquence. perhaps its the thrill of the chase, the ungettable get. maybe if i think about it hard enough fantasy might materialize into something real. maybe, im just fucking delusional.
but i love it so.