words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
it's only love
why do i love this movie so much? i should be appalled by casanova, the womanizer. why, then, am i going to buy his memoirs to take to venice with me?