my bloody valentine

I am preparing a more substantial post but in the meantime...

I hope you had a nice date for valentines day.... xxx triple x rated and three kisses

I hope you got to dress up a little.. you know put on your finery

and they handpicked you blue moon roses and bought you aedes de venustus scented candles
and amazing rocks which you could marvel at and maybe at a later date fashion into amazing knuckle dusters

I hope you went riding on a really fast train whilst spraying eachothers tags and inhaling fumes

and then found a really out of the way diner where there was no chance of bumping into anyone and a nice waitress who resembled Chrissie Hynde served you an odd looking pickly meal which tasted delicious

followed by another meal which tasted even more delicious...sexy fantasy delicious!!

                                           Nan Goldin, Rise and Monty on the Lounge Chair, NYC, 1988


I actually spoke to so many people who said they hated valentines day which seemed a little extreme and defensive..i mean its pretty fun having a whole day devoted to love and sex and longing and well I suppose pain and rejection too.
 I guess it can get a little treacley also...
here's some Goethe treacle to be recited in German because it is such a beautiful language.. i am being serious about that...

Uber allen Gipfeln
Is Ruh
In allen Wipfeln
Spurest Duh
Kaum emen Hauch;
Die Volgelein Shweigen im
Walde
Warte nur, balde
Ruchest du auch

In all hilltops
there is peace
In all the treetops
you notice
hardly a breeze
the forests birds song is silent
just wait
soon
you too will rest