Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me . . .I tapped my own head; it was glass, an inverted bowl. It is a small thing to rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than myself. --Anne Sexton

Saturday, June 6, 2009

LBNTS (La bohème's Next Top Suitor)

Congratulations, Chef.
You are still in the running toward becoming my next top suitor.

Listening to: Spoon - Sister Jack
Posted by La bohème at 10:23 AM
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