another saturday morning.. pictures from the bed..

words are sleeping.

hello world

so i ve been trying to study for an exam. i am half way through the weekend and three pages into my 'syllabus'. i ve spent more time looking at the pizzeria menus and internet pages than actually doing some work. which is nothing unusual for any of us, am sure.

i ve already called everyone i know who has a phone. i am terribly bored and mildly irritated at the half-assed prospect of having to stay up the night doing what i could have done in the day. i thought i ve grown up enough to outgrow such habits. idiocy cannot be outgrown - realization breaks out of a cannister.

i am starting to see weird things already.

i need sleep. i should find it soon. somewhere on one of these cushions around the library, am sure.

i go look for it.

brb.

=)

link.

The Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a country lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go

- The Decemberists