Sometimes

And only sometimes, I feel like saying this to the poor darling boy I threw away. If he had fought harder, I could have, would have, no, should have, still been his, right now. As I type, I'd be his lover, his girlfriend, his life, his light and heart and soul and laughter, ever after. 
But no, he didn't come over, and that is that.

Haiku, number one

Moon shines on LA.

Driver takes out his hammer -

Tangerine Dream.

Youputthiskidbehindawheel,there'snothinghecan'tdo.

Too.
Fucking.
Beautiful.

Drivin'

So the Independent News Paper reviewed Drive pretty well. Read away.
And, if you haven't already viewed the beauty, go see it, and fall in love. Agh.

Baby Boy, number one (and only)

Uhuh

Same goes for this one, what a doll.

Hero

I don't think it's possible for the likes of myself to tire of this. Gorgeous.