Коллаж по Близости потихоньку клеится. Купила том, в который входят все 7 книг их Хроник Нарнии. Я все еще за H/L. На улице все так же жарко. Скоро будет вполне приличный сайт. Я вдруг поняла, насколько сильно я люблю Колина Ферта и Харрисона Форда. Прочла новую книгу Эла Райса - 22 Закона Маркетинга, так что теперь я знаю, как завоевать рынок...э-э...пока еще не знаю, чего. Думаю написать культовую книгу. Без мальчиков - волшебников. Думаю, поскольку, второе правило успешного маркетинга гласит о необходимости создания новой категории товара (а что? в других ведь уже есть лидеры...), то будем писать что-то мрачное и "за жизнь"=)))))) А можно создать культовую киносагу. Только без черных масок и касок, без ситхов, без колец и эльфов. =))
REM - B-Mine
I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree
I'll strip the world that you must live in
Of all its godforsaken greed
I'll ply the tar out of your feathers
I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if I choose your sanctuary
I'll want to wash you with my hair
I'll want to drink of sacred fountains
And find the riches hidden there
I'll eat the lotus and peyote
I'll want to hear the caged-bird sing
I'll want the secrets of the temple
I'll want the finger with the ring
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if you make me your religion
I'll give you all you will need
I'll be the drawing of your breath
I'll be the cup if you should bleed
I'll be the sky above the Ganges
I'll be the vast and stormy sea
I'll be the lights that guide you inland
I'll be the visions you will see
Visions you will see
You will see
You will see
You and me

REM - B-Mine
I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree
I'll strip the world that you must live in
Of all its godforsaken greed
I'll ply the tar out of your feathers
I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if I choose your sanctuary
I'll want to wash you with my hair
I'll want to drink of sacred fountains
And find the riches hidden there
I'll eat the lotus and peyote
I'll want to hear the caged-bird sing
I'll want the secrets of the temple
I'll want the finger with the ring
You and me
You and me
You and me
And if you make me your religion
I'll give you all you will need
I'll be the drawing of your breath
I'll be the cup if you should bleed
I'll be the sky above the Ganges
I'll be the vast and stormy sea
I'll be the lights that guide you inland
I'll be the visions you will see
Visions you will see
You will see
You will see
You and me
