all of 21 years old and still, according to my family of control freaks, im "not allowed" to leave the magnificent glass prison until the end of the official holidays. as in boxing day. as in, midnight=prison break.
as in...sometimes theres nothing to do in the world except pretend you're vivienne westwood and reread the chronicles of narnia and eat pumpkin pie
im not as cool as vivienne...but one day one day I shall convince my friends to pose like this with me....one day SOON.
i love narnia.
i love waking up to mini-monsoons.
i love pumpkin pie.
p.s. i can feel a full on plaidpunk phase coming on. next logical step to the 2 year colo-rado obsession, probably.
everybody else in the world is skiing or smoking weed and watching football or at a christmas party. but im playing dress up and reading fantasy novels. i guess this is actually a pretty typical dichotomy lately.
anyway....when i sneak away to here:
to smoke cigaretttes....lately i've been listening to this:
Dark Eyes
Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
I live in another world where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes
A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer
Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes
They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is.
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes
-Dylan
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