Push the Boat Out
There’s something about fireworks that appeals to my instincts. First and foremost, I like seeing shit explode. That’s great. But there’s something about lighting the night sky which is fantastic. Fireworks are like a recreation of the sun, by some fraction; twilight from darkness. And like so few things in this fucking travesty of a world, they have the ability to make me suspend disbelief and think they’re magic. Only for a split second, just as they explode. One moment at a time. Then they're gone.I'm such a child.
Anyway. Our second date is here in London, starting Thursday, for a week.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 4:46 pm
The explosion- the magic just for a moment but exhilaration for a long time, just like new dates? Enjoy it.
Yep, that's the one. And thanks.
that's so sickenly sweet...
but yesh i love fireworks too...from the dark depth of my little black heart =)
Oh believe me, my heart is black. Black, cynical, cuntish and argh. Or was. This isn't like me.
It makes me puke.
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