The summer rubbed its hands together and cast a quiet spell. Grapes tasted like honey, wood felt like bed sheets, and bats brought the night. A danger blushed in our faces and making love was suddenly a declaration, a challenge to the lake to stir its glassy surface. Foxes patrolled like night watchmen, pissing on the mushrooms to prove they did their rounds. The clouds lit up like moon's milk, hunger exhaled by every living thing, in light billowy vapours. Beneath the ground is all the money in the world, and you can spend your life stealing it, or protecting it. [Buy]
The Feeling of Love - "God Willing"
Like an ESL horror version of Summer Babe. [Buy]
Like getting a letter in the mail that tells you finally what to do. Written in a language you can never understand. [Buy used]
Posted by Dan at February 2, 2010 2:41 PM