HOLD ON TIGHT

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 Saturday, March 29, 2008 missing me today i chased deer in his car. at a NO TRESPASSING zone, and figured out the chords for 1972. i called my parents, and i knew they loved me and i loved them. i am also excited to hear from myself again. i miss me. :) posted by dawn # 6:19 AM Comments: like josh rouse's 1972? (: # posted by Anonymous : 10:40 PM yeah. ok i admit it is not complicated but it was nice hearing it on my own guitar. are you.. pak? :) # posted by Dawn Lim : 6:08 AM you've to play it for me alright! considering i sent it to you! :D i;ve to send you my little airport, they re really cute. # posted by Anonymous : 7:26 PM Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] geryon responsibility cockroaches thinking about home lah the artist forgiveness small press month! fyi horseshoe crabs spring equinox [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

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

Saturday, March 29, 2008

missing me

today i chased deer in his car. at a NO TRESPASSING zone, and figured out the chords for 1972.
i called my parents, and i knew they loved me and i loved them.
i am also excited to hear from myself again. i miss me. :)

posted by dawn # 6:19 AM

Comments:

like josh rouse's 1972? (:

# posted by

Anonymous : 10:40 PM

yeah. ok i admit it is not complicated but it was nice hearing it on my own guitar. are you.. pak? :)

# posted by

Dawn Lim : 6:08 AM

you've to play it for me alright! considering i sent it to you! :D

i;ve to send you my little airport, they re really cute.

# posted by

Anonymous : 7:26 PM