the older that we get we know that nothing else for us is possible

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening Church appals,
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.


i kinda know how he feels - but still, you gotta look on the sunny side, we've got the olympics here in 5 years, woo!

heh but am feeling suprisingly chipper and upbeat this valentines, despite being the first one spent single for years (6, maybe 7...?). possibly it's the cash that i haven't spent or maybe it's the dissociation i've felt with the whole relationship thing recently but it's kinda ok - i really expected to feel sorta wrecked at this point. Instead i feel alright i think. Which is really kinda nice.

Aargh - just remembered that i don't get a summer holiday this year - shit