Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. โHow could you want one?โ My Secret Agent Lover Man said. โThere are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,โ he said.
Francesca Lia BlockThink of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
Francesca Lia BlockI'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.
Francesca Lia BlockWish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.
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