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evening casual reading : stefan sagmeister - made you look (Taken with instagram)

evening casual reading : stefan sagmeister - made you look (Taken with instagram)


“you look pretty in your fancy dress, but i detect unhappiness”. yes, whore never feel anykind of feeling. they only give you a feeling you cant resist, then break you into a pieces. in the end you just no longer exist for her. whore, yes a whore. so you girl over there, get yourself a mirror.






Milky Way
Syd Barrett
Opel
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

What’d you ever say today when you’re in the milky way

oh tell me please

just to give you a squeeze

if I met you - I told you what to do

seems a while

since I could smile the way you do…

how many times, if I try, if I may,

when you’re in the milky way

half of your time -beside me only atmosphere

the singular, raised by heats and wet

Seems a while

since I could smile the way you do…

What can anyone mean to you

standing in the milky way?

take life easy

I mean so easy

Why so empty…?

I told you - I can tell you

what to do - when I hold you

and I tell you “I love you”

I feel that I’m… way you do…

Give a grasp of life today

when you’re in the milky way

oh, try to please! Knock on wood of the trees

glad you, mold you, mold you and hold you

means five miles

and everyway for you…


open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. open up like russian doll, always the same as the next one. the end of the next.


e-l-e-t-r-i-c-f-u-n-e-r-a-l:

“Your brown eyes are my blue skies.”

e-l-e-t-r-i-c-f-u-n-e-r-a-l:

“Your brown eyes are my blue skies.”


Little Twig isn’t big

To you, but she is

To me.

But however I don’t like it

When she makes faces.

And she seldom talks

When we go to places

And meet people

And sit around.

But she prances at dances

Gets crushes, takes chances

With boys, wears a hat

No shoes, and they flatter her

Madly. What of that?

Neat, maroon, blue and white

Lace and chord, velvet. Might

Even keep her coat on if it’s right.

Next week

All change

To purple

Or black

Perhaps.