Friday, January 30, 2004
A Short Conversation With Mattt
Annie: "Apparently not many guys like Moulin Rouge"
Mattt: "I don't know why not, it's about hookers"
VERY GOOD POINT!
Annie: "Apparently not many guys like Moulin Rouge"
Mattt: "I don't know why not, it's about hookers"
VERY GOOD POINT!
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
2.
So old, too much to do,
So little time for childish joys.
So dull, too much to remember
So little times for games and toys.
So dark, too much to watch out for,
So few things are still clean.
So old, too much to know
No going back, it's too late now.
So old, too much to do,
So little time for childish joys.
So dull, too much to remember
So little times for games and toys.
So dark, too much to watch out for,
So few things are still clean.
So old, too much to know
No going back, it's too late now.
1.
I see you, your nose in the air,
Your hand raised to brush away your hair.
I see you, looking in vain
At the image of yourself found within my frame
I see you. It’s you that can’t see
That every time you stop and take a look at me
Your vanity increases, with every chance it grows.
You become obsessed with lipstick and powdering you nose.
You place me all around, every wall, every purse.
With everyone of me your vanity gets worse.
I see you, more and more each day
And I watch as your beauty slips away.
I see you, your nose in the air,
Your hand raised to brush away your hair.
I see you, looking in vain
At the image of yourself found within my frame
I see you. It’s you that can’t see
That every time you stop and take a look at me
Your vanity increases, with every chance it grows.
You become obsessed with lipstick and powdering you nose.
You place me all around, every wall, every purse.
With everyone of me your vanity gets worse.
I see you, more and more each day
And I watch as your beauty slips away.