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cigarettes and chocolate milk -
these are just a couple of my cravings.
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger,
a little bit thicker,
a little bit harmful for me.

and then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention.
everything about them is a little bit stranger,
a little bit harder,
a little bit deadly.

still there's not a show on my back,
holes or a friendly intervention.
i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish,
a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you.
so please be kind if i'm a mess

cigarettes and chocolate milk, rufus wainwright

"and just because nobody yet knew he was in london, except clarissa, and the earth, after the voyage, still seemed an island to him, the strangeness of standing alone, alive, unknown, at half-past eleven in trafalgar square overcame him. what is it? where am i? and why, after all, does one do it?"

"where should he go? no matter. up the street, then, towards regent's park. his boots on the pavement struck out 'no matter'; for it was early, still very early."