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Life On Air-David Attenborough
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"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Sunday, February 02, 2003
(IN BED WITH HOLLY)
Spent last evening watching "Jerry McGuire" and of all bloody things, "The Piano". Now, what a splendid way to spend a Saturday night I hear u say, but yes... I was with a cute guy (albeit an unfuckable cute guy) JJ's brother Ben, and I did have a valid reason for the 'quiet' night.

This morning saw me leave the city of Melbourne on a hideously early flight to the Gold Coast, where I then had to pick up a hire car and drive, to Byron Bay for big brother's 40th. Had a fairly shitty day with the family, (gotta love 'em though) it was as windy as hell and I didn't even get to the goddamn beach. Leaving here tomorrow morning and heading back to the bright lights and smoke-filled air of glorious Melbourne town.

So, back to 'The Piano' ..... I was rambling on last night, as is my fashion, to poor (unfuckable) Ben, about Holly Hunter in The Piano, and pondered how she would express her needs in bed, being bereft of speech and all. At first I reckoned she would write it all down in her little notepad. You know, that locket thingy that she used to attack with short, angry little scribbles throughout the film. Now it would be *scribble scribble* harder! harder *scribble* not like that, you clod! or *scribble scribble* have you got a cigar? or whatever. Clear, to the point, and necessary, because let’s face it, there’s only so much you can communicate non-verbally. And how easily is non-verbal misinterpreted? But then, I thought, would the Harvey Keitel character have been literate? I am not sure if the average hill-dwelling savage yet sensitive 19th century kiwi bloke spent much time with the books. So would Holly’s desperate scribbles be for naught?

She has two alternatives, as far as I can see. She could just poke him in the eye with that shoddy prosthetic tin finger of hers, that would have to get his attention. Or she could do the old furious sign language thingy that she employed in the film, and have her trusty sidekick daughter Anna Paquin to translate in that smug, too-loud little voice of hers. “SHE SAYS TO GET OFF HER! SHE’S GOT A HEADACHE!”

OOh, now this is a vile thing to happen to any person who doesn't like coffee. I saw this jar of chocolate-coated peanuts in my brother's pantry today .. and immediately thought "Hmmm, big brother is a chef, he appreciates fine food, he wouldn't have any old crappy chocolate-coated peanuts in his pantry"... so I reach in, grab the jar....pour out a half dozen or so 'peanuts' and *chomp*!!! Peanuts, fucking peanuts! Nooooooooo, they were chocolate-coated fucking coffee beans - geeeeeeez! Suffice to say I won't be eating anything 'coated' from my brother's pantry EVER again.

Question for u all, I happened to catch sight of the new Mitsubishi Pajero ad last night - the one with the Big Audio Dynamite song "Rush" ... anyway, wondering if the hottie in the passenger seat is the gorgeous Pat Rafter, anyone know???? Otherwise, I want the guy's name (.... address and phone number wouldn't go astray either thanx).

For my geek-boy ......"To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to." - Kahlil Gibran
xxx

posted by The Princess 9:43 PM



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Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen

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