Monumental monuments
Sentimental sentiments
You should've been the keeper of the flame

Give it up for summer days
Laying in the grass
Everything is happening in your head
You raise your fist up in the air
Clench your teeth and say
Four more years and I'm outa here

Give it up
Give it up
Give it up

(с) A-ha

Tags: bohemienne, celice, teapot

She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wondered, as she had sometimes before, how this thing, this machine for gripping, this fleshy spider on the end of her arm, came to be hers, entirely at her command. Or did it have some little life of its own?... ( Read more... )

Tags: teapot