harmonica etoiles i enjoy leading a life of perpetual happiness; one which is occasionally punctuated by coffee and cigarettes, old t-shirts and work sneakers. i'm tired of nautical stars tattooed on people's elbows and bored of the swallows which adorn so many people's chests. our hearts are tired, our brains are dead, our hands are idle. let us beg for nothing more than an eternal bell to ring true for the rest of us, let us require nothing more than the transubstantiation of wine and wafer, let us desire nothing more than hands upon a hard body. and let us exist as nothing more than random swervings, as animals, as creatures of no origin. even our planet is not our own. 030907 ... Twitch wow...the title caught my attention. I really like this blathe. And...I play harmonica. 051112 ... oren See words_that_sound_like_girls_names_but_aren't. 051112 what's it to you? who go blather from