the humpty dumpty love song.
i found this so adorable. (not that i just noticed; had this album for quite some time.)
it is perhaps because of my infatuation with Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and what Alice Found There. (bought bought.)
"All of the king's horses
And all of the king's men
Couldn't pull my heart back together again
All of the physicians and mathematicians too
Failed to stop my heart from breaking in two
'Cos all I need is you, I just need you
Yeah you got the glue
So I'm gonna give my heart to you"
travis, "the humpty dumpty love song", the invisible band
ok. all these meticulous citings are all because of MCM.
and if you, anyone you, are wondering why the fuck am i still deliriously awake,
and why the fuck i blogged twice within the span of an hour,
it is because of sleep itself.
fucking lazy me slept too much earlier on and now i am reaping what i sowed/slept.
i am getting periodical headaches.
shit, and i was bent on finishing jeanette winterson's written on the body,
-her prose is brillant- so i can start on sylvia plath's diary (S$30 dollars and bought over 2 years ago.)
i have drawn out an invisible mental plan for the order of which i would be savouring my books.
heh. you are my afterglow.
head aches. :(
it is perhaps because of my infatuation with Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and what Alice Found There. (bought bought.)
"All of the king's horses
And all of the king's men
Couldn't pull my heart back together again
All of the physicians and mathematicians too
Failed to stop my heart from breaking in two
'Cos all I need is you, I just need you
Yeah you got the glue
So I'm gonna give my heart to you"
travis, "the humpty dumpty love song", the invisible band
ok. all these meticulous citings are all because of MCM.
and if you, anyone you, are wondering why the fuck am i still deliriously awake,
and why the fuck i blogged twice within the span of an hour,
it is because of sleep itself.
fucking lazy me slept too much earlier on and now i am reaping what i sowed/slept.
i am getting periodical headaches.
shit, and i was bent on finishing jeanette winterson's written on the body,
-her prose is brillant- so i can start on sylvia plath's diary (S$30 dollars and bought over 2 years ago.)
i have drawn out an invisible mental plan for the order of which i would be savouring my books.
heh. you are my afterglow.
head aches. :(
