Tuesday, September 27, 2011

cemetery finds pre ~ bright eyes' show

ps "toto, i've a feeling we're not in kansas anymore." ~ dorothy

ps “when you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.” ~ kahlil gibran

ps “we didn't sell a lot of records, but somehow we left an impression.” ~ johnny ramone
ps ps hey johhny enjoy some bright eyes tonight!

ps i see the grave's beauty. ~ creepingelm

ps the sun is setting and the day is dying to hear bright eyes! ~ creepingelm

hope is the thing with feathers by emily dickinson
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all,
and sweetest in the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.

ps “to listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. a duck hears also.” ~
igor stravinsky

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