有缘千里来相会: Even Across Great Distances: The shorts that got stained were too hot anyway

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The shorts that got stained were too hot anyway

shoes caked with mud + walking down a poorly made set of cement steps + stream of water flowing down the steps = michael eating it

eating it -> muddy butt -> village kids having a good laugh

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"Transatlanticism"

The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how | The clouds above opened up and let it out. | I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole. | And thousands upon thousands made an ocean, | Making islands where no island should go. | Oh no.

Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats. | I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat. | The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more. | The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row | It seems farther than ever before | Oh no. | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | I need you so much closer | So come on | So come on | So come on | So come on.