Friday Jul 01, 2005

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oh, we are as one with the acorn my son
not trunk, not branch, nor tree
you scratch at my skirts and thats what we call fun
i rock you endlessly
i'm Queen of the Hilltop
you're Prince Number One
i see the devil alive in your eyes
i beg you no, don't stop, my baby, my son
dont look at nobody but me
oh, we are as one with the acorn my son
that's where we ought to be

i do not kiss children.
but sometimes, i let them kiss me.

tomorrow: magnolia cemetary. yellow bikini. bourbon ice cubes. heavy sleep. natural dreams.
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sophie:
well, actually, he's the reason i think i might eventually get more into this genre. i have read The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles by him and LOVED it, but also read A Wild Sheep Chase and was not impressed. Good to hear a recommendation for Dance, Dance, Dance.

eventually it would be cool to know other, comparable Japanese authors.
sandbender:
it's dry martini, shaken with ice cubes which is had over here these hot days and nights...

please accept a kiss from the child i am. kiss

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