Thursday, December 27, 2007

"You Like To Dance To The Rolling Head of the Adultress...

...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.
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousSaturday, December 29, 2007 8:33:00 PM

    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

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  2. BLISSSunday, December 30, 2007 4:44:00 PM

    smile a little smile...Mister...
    Thinking of you...For New Years!!!
    xo fleurs
    ps love the photo...

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  3. AnonymousTuesday, January 01, 2008 8:30:00 AM

    Frame by frame
    Death by drowning
    In your own
    In your own analysis


    Poor drowned Jeff.
    Poor us...

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