urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:k_housenka neither of us wanna be alone you're coming home K. Housenka 2008-02-15T03:32:34Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:k_housenka:536 2007-04-17T20:54:07Z 2008-02-15T03:32:34Z Arctic Monkeys - 505 love's function is to fabricate unknownness<br /><br />(known being wishless;but love,all of wishing)<br />though life's lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness<br />truth is confused with fact,fish boast of fishing<br /><br />and men are caught by worms(love may not care<br />if time totters,light droops,all measures bend<br />nor marvel if a thought should weigh a star<br />—dreads dying least;and less,that death should end)<br /><br />how lucky lovers are)whose selves abide<br />under whatever shall discovered be)<br />whose ignorant each breathing dares to hide<br />more than most fabulous wisdom fears to see<br /><br />(who laugh and cry)who dream,create and kill<br />while the world moves;and every part stands still:<br /><br /><center><hr width="75%" color="#000000"></center><br /><b>FRIENDS ONLY.</b><br /><br />Just to keep track of who's reading.<br />Comment to be added.