...You Sing In Praise Of Suicide.
We Know You’re Useless,
Like Cops At The Scene Of The Crime."
A line from an old Jeff Buckley song...
Poor Jeff. Poor us.
The photo is of Lisa and Lars from a long time ago.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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Dido's Lament
Thy hand, belinda, darkness shades me.
On thy bosom let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me.
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
Yes.
Poor Jeff. Poor Us.
D.L. Wood
smile a little smile...Mister...
Thinking of you...For New Years!!!
xo fleurs
ps love the photo...
Frame by frame
Death by drowning
In your own
In your own analysis
Poor drowned Jeff.
Poor us...
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