HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Friday, March 30, 2007
she tells me, he was heavy when he left .
i can't reconcile memory with loss.

Comments:
have sent you work, tell me if you dont get it. the gerberas in spain were bloody huge! i hope you got gerberas for your birthday. have made miso soup today, tastes like the sea! take care!
really! i cant imagine big gerberas. that would be so incredibly happy. i didn't get gerberas for my bday but i got two goldfish and two waterplants. my room mate called one coppernicus and ive named the other one don corleone after the godfather. they are petrified fish. and i just ate an orange that was 3 weeks old - it was alcoholic!!
happi belated bday. congrats u are now..eh...older, hee.
hello eric! thank you :) i want to go to shanghai too... ill almost definitely probably be in beijing in the summer. we can meetup!
heyu, i'll be there proper like in the 3rd week of may i guess. eh, i know i sound like so duh when i ask this but when is summer?
oh hi i din see your post: ill prob be there from 2nd wk may! :)


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