abyssflowers.

I hope you have not deserted me as I have to you.

It has been 5 days since I've officially turned a year older,

and yes, the presents are still pending from you.

Hugs and kisses I owe you plenty,

and also some updates about this nonsensical life.

I have watched Misfits and love it. The plot, characters and definitely the accents. Lauren Socha is rockin' the chav, and Robert Sheehan is the reason why I added 'curly hair guys' to the list. Iwan Rheon is so awkward and lovely. And marble white. This series is probably the best I have watched so far, in terms of entertainment and authenticity.

Since my last update, about a month? ago, I have been spending my computer time on Nancy Drew, the animated computer game series. Highly addictive, I must tell you. And quite educational, too. Although, I must say, I never quite fancied Nancy's voice.

I have been wondering through life so far, still searching for the actual person I am and want to be. I have to be silly and upset over small things sometimes, so please bear with me.

Banksy's unique little pet store like no other .

While New Yorkers have been consumed by the stock market meltdown, a tiny little pet store quietly opened four days ago at 89 7th Avenue between West 4th and Bleeker Street in the West Village of New York City.

There are no puppies or kittens in the windows here.

Instead, a live leopard lounges on a tree in the window.

Or is it?

In other windows, things get a bit more bizarre.

McDonald's Chicken McNuggets sip barbecue sauce. A rabbit puts on her makeup. A CCTV camera nurtures its young.

Clearly, that this isn't your typical pet store.
So who's the "owner" of the Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill at 89 West 7th Avenue?

Banksy. (Read more)

Someone please take me to New York now.

Banksy, my Mr. One-of-a-Kind.

I honestly wish I was more articulate to be able to describe Banksy a whole lot better,

but I suppose I shall just leave that to Wikipedia.

Take care, beautiful.

Do you notice it ~~rarely~~ never rains on Wednesday mornings?
Maybe the sky just has its perfect timing. Or that God just wants me to work out.
Thunder and lightning play violent games in the sky above,
while I lay here in the duvets. Thinking.

It started at 5 this morn' and it might just start again-
the violent games they play, I mean.
Oh why is today such a sad day?
I shall cheer myself up with a long read from Lucy Christopher's Stolen.

I apologize for this dull post,
with no available photos and lack of describable adjectives.
My beloved inanimate object is gone, and will be back in two days time.
No dirty thoughts about the comment above, please. It's a sentimental moment.

Take care.

"May I leave, please? I promise I'll come back. "

"You may go. I'll save you again when you get lost."

-excerpt from Stolen, as how I remember it to be.

Ty needs to stop making me cry.

L'amoureuse

Il semble que quelqu'un ait convoqué l'espoir
Les rues sont des jardins, je danse sur les trottoirs
Il semble que mes bras soient devenus des ailes
Qu'à chaque instant qui vole je puisse toucher le ciel
Qu'à chaque instant qui passe je puisse manger le ciel

Les clochers sont penchés les arbres déraisonnent
Ils croulent sous les fleurs au plus roux de l'automne
La neige ne fond plus la pluie chante doucement
Et même les réverbères ont un air impatient
Et même les cailloux se donnent l'air important

Car je suis l'amoureuse, oui je suis l'amoureuse
Et je tiens dans me mains la seule de toutes les choses
Je suis l'amoureuse, je suis ton amoureuse
Et je chante pour toi la seule de toutes les choses
Qui vaille d'être là, qui vaille d'être là

Le temps s'est arrêté, les heures sont volages
Les minutes frissonnent et l'ennui fait naufrage
Tout paraît inconnu tout croque sous la dent
Et le bruit du chagrin s'éloigne lentement
Et le bruit du passé se tait tout simplement

Oh, les murs chagent de pierres,
Le ciel change de nuages,
La vie change de manières et dansent les mirages
On a vu m'a-t-on dit le destin se montrer
Il avait mine de rien l'air de tout emporter
Il avait ton allure, ta façon de parler

Car je suis l'amoureuse, oui je suis l'amoureuse
Et je tiens dans me mains la seule de toutes les choses
Je suis l'amoureuse, je suis ton amoureuse
Et je chante pour toi la seule de toutes les choses
Qui vaille d'être là, qui vaille d'être là

It seems someone conveid hope
Streets are gardens, I dance on the sidewalks
It seems my arms became wings
That in every moment that flies I can touch the sky
That in every moment that goes by I can eat the sky

The bell towers are tilted, the trees are in a nonsense
They collapse under the flowers on the most red of autumn
Snow doesn't melt anymore, rain is slowly singing
And even streetlights have an impatient sight
And even stones want to look important

Because I'm the lover, Yes I'm the lover
And I hold in my hands the only of all things
I'm the lover, I'm your lover
And I sing for you the only of all things
That needs to be here, that needs to be here

Time stopped, hours are changing
The minutes are freezing and the boredom makes wreck
Everything seems unknown, everything crunches under the teeth
And the noise of sorrow slowly goes away
And the noise of the past is just silent now

Oh, the walls change their stones
The sky changes his clouds
The life changes manners and dance mirages
It was seen was I told that destiny showed up
He looked like nothing, seemed to take everything
He got your look, your manner of speak

Because I'm the lover, Yes I'm the lover
And I hold in my hands the only of all things
I'm the lover, I'm your lover
And I sing for you the only of all things
That needs to be here, that needs to be here

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