Monday, April 27, 2009

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

There is no such thing as "our own words." It's what we do with the words that are already out there that makes our work unique.

Red and blue switch sides in a heart. A real one is too complicated to draw all the time. So heart shapes splatter the pages of notes between lovers and elementary school children.

"In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights and cups of coffee? In inches, in miles, in laughter and strife? In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure a year in the life?" - RENT

"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." - T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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