"She's got something to say to the world, she wants to know if she could tie it up so it can't move; she is feeling inspired, she said it's too cool for it's own good. She's kinda freaky, she's kinda weird, she's kinda freaky, but I don't know ... I think she's a genius." - The Murmurs
Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lips? Stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? - a note infallible
Of breaking honesty. Horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift,
Hours minutes, noon midnight? And all eyes
Blind with the pin and wed but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
Why then the world and all that's in't is nothing,
The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
Nor nothing have these nothings
If this be nothing.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
"She's got something to say to the world, she wants to know if she could tie it up so it can't move; she is feeling inspired, she said it's too cool for it's own good. She's kinda freaky, she's kinda weird, she's kinda freaky, but I don't know ... I think she's a genius." - The Murmurs
