Now Would I Say Something That Wasn´t True

Alright then.

Christine

Party, Party, yeah . . .

        Love me some Yaz (or Yazoo as the Brits call them).

        

         

The smiles that win, the tints that glow

Oh Ann, this was written for you.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

To Move From One place To Another In Slick Language

"In the Outskirts, in the Fringes, in the Corner out of the Grip"

I think that somewhere, somewhere inside of us, we must be similar, if not the same . . .

Happy 2014

Fucking hellllllllll. Let this one be better than the previous. If only to enjoy playing this game of life once more.