whirs and buzzes, jingles and jangles and the ever present hum......

the possibilities...

I lay behind them and they keep me warm..the blue flows outwards but looking inwards is a task that none have yet accomplished... Could it be......

So how how will I go Back on Back on the shelf with a smile with a smile to the customer and say on sale by the owner Here I Here I go again Breaking Breaking porcelain Is that all I am just a Doll you got used to We've done We've done this before as Mars sauntered through his door Don't say it's time to say Goodbye to Pisces

Can you patch my jeans Peggy Ann? just a little stitch to mend the hole he has torn if you can maybe I got too set in my ways he says she reminds him of me when we first met in those early days... the sexiest thing is trust I wake up to find the pirates have come, tying up along your coast. how was I to know the pirates have come? Between Rebecca’s beneath your firmaments I have worshipped in the Jamaica Inn.

A familiar voice "Hi. Surprise. I've been searching trying to find you" I couldn't speak my hands reached for Martha's Foolish Ginger We talked until the moon came up About how life without love isn't worth very much Then I played this song If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland who knows what I would have done

Beneath your firmaments I have worshipped in the Jamaica Inn

And oh to the sweeties who voted me "Prettiest Eyes", what can I say? You are so lovely, and I am so silly and don't deserve it! Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness - it doesn't go unnoticed and I always send kisses through my Atlantian portal when I visit so just you wait till you feel the whisper of one on your cheek! Love ya! xo0ox

Hey you, with your ear against the wall waiting for someone to call out - would you touch me?

Thanks for the panties ifriends!

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sing, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken. Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you think of her.

Airplanes take you away again... Are you flying above where we live? Then I look up, a glare in my eyes Are you having regrets about last night? I'm not, but I like rivers that rush in so then I dove in is there trouble ahead for you the acrobat? I won't push you unless you have a net you say the word you know I will find you or if you need some time I don't mind I don't hold on to the tail of your kite I'm not like the girls that you know but I believe I'm worth coming home to kissing, waiting by this girl only sleeps with butterflies with butterflies with butterflies so go on and fly, boy

if i choke, boy, you start me up again re-string my wires you know this gear box can make the shift polish my rims oh, damned if you do, damned if you don't swear, it seems of late, boy i've even curved this body to fit your bow still, the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come come in rhythm cos i never was the cars and guitars kind, between us still, a thought says what if i keep on driving

And I'm so sad, like a good book. I can't put this day back - a sorta fairytale with you........

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here

She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Time

my samurai said going to the sanctuary i knew about my love too my samurai done making a liar of me when to be happy to be you he says my samurai take me down to the sanctuary and i'm free gonna be you know me you know me i said, i'm gonna be gonna be you know me my samurai taking my face and she's sticking it on a daisy and you

No one's picking up the phone, guess it's clear he's gone and this little masochist is lifting up her dress

when you said you'd marry me i thought you meant you wanted to then i thought you'd like to maybe on a tuesday all the dead are coming i heard they'll be dressing something kind of maggoty rolling with the froperty

Ripples come and ripples go.... ripple back to me :)

Foam can be dangerous, this tape across my mouth... these things you do - I never asked you how.....

I have to learn to let you crash down... Where are the VELVETS - where? When you're coming coming down..... you were wild where are you nowyouwerewildwhereareyounowyou were wild......

Met him in a guess world - guessed anyone but you... you were WILD where are you now? Give me more, give me.

Met him in a hotel beneath ground. Tell me that he's missing - tell me this is one for Lolipop Gestapo.... You were wild where are you NOW?

When I am here it takes me away to a long ago far off day - I tell myself that this is but a dream, for all I see are copies of me but try as they might the carbon makes a poor bedfellow and all they end up with when it's all said and done is black stuff on their bed sheets tsk tsk tsk You'd think that they would just grow some thought, but instead they get out their pads of paper and trace around the lines some more!