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I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.


Complaint Department

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Me oh my your luck, seems to be no more. Fighting to get up, falling to the floor.

Me oh my you say {I can’t know}, what you’re going through. Funny you forgot {that I’ve had}, the exact same thing back from you.

If you wanna complain…


Paris Blue..xo

Beautiful new Lykke Li.. This song will melt any ice-cold heart..I could feel my inner icicles dripping upon hearing this and..

I cursed the pavement that I walked.. All the while you shared your heart with me, I was unfaithful in your bed.

My thoughts drift towards Malibu wishing he was by my side,                                                                                             So I blamed you for the rain..

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Found 87:

Today when I was en route, I came across a box of discarded books. The pale green cover and lavender font caught my eye. I found myself staring into the cardboard-box, and  at the Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry. Beneath it lay: The Writers Eye, the Stop, Look & Write series – Effective Writing Through Pictures. I don’t typically take things I find on the sidewalk, I just walk on by, but something about today was different. I stopped and looked, and  couldn’t resist… Now let me share a treat from the found books with you..

These two tales I tell of myself and the life I led

To its destruction, one dark, one bright: one gathered from

A few gleaming moments-a slice or two of the cake

From where it was perfectly marbled-the other one

Rising from an under-song of despair. In neither

Case is the truth of the story-or the story of

The possibility that either one could be true

Or false at all-of any interest. What matters

Is what they might be good for: the story of a lost

Joy, as a sad anchor to drop below the surface

Of where we keep on going; the other version of

What was, the tale of a hell escaped, easily sounds

Like a noisy breath of wind filling my patched old sails.

The Tales of the Sea

John Hollander


Melt your heart..

It’s like a valentine from your mother.. It’s bound to melt your heart..

When your kissing someone who’s too much like you it’s like kissing on the mirror,  When your sleeping with  someone who doesn’t get you, you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning,

It’s bound to melt your heart…

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Madonna Dolce Round 2

Madonna is the face for Dolce & Gabbana again, not a surprise.. And the Ad-campaign appears to be a continuation of last year’s. The same black and white photo, narrative style, shot by Steven KleinTres sexy.. Let’s see how things unwind.


Diamond Dust

When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them.   -Andy Warhol