Thank You

My mum thought me how to say thank you. So thank you to all those who wished j'accuse a Happy Bloggiversary. Particular thanks go to gybexi (the plot thickener), twanny (the nookier), kenneth (the illami how young you are), andre (still getting to know this one), maltagirl (the k&t photographer), coemgen (the medicinal advisor), and fausto (yeah he does turn up every now and then).

No time to link them since I am off to Metz but all bloggers mentioned are linked in the pull-down Boulevard menu.

Meanwhile a reminder that Kinnie & Twistees, The Laughing Fit and il Bollettino are up and running.

Finally a word to Bocca who sill cannot swallow the fact that money cannot buy you glory...
Juventus march on (l*ck and all) while the Pensioners are back home probably taking lessons in humility. Old women indeed!

How bout getting off of these antibiotics
How bout stopping eating when I'm full up
How bout them transparent dangling carrots
How bout that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How bout me not blaming you for everything
How bout me enjoying the moment for once
How bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How bout grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

How bout no longer being masochistic
How bout remembering your divinity
How bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How bout not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence

yeah yeah
ahh ohhh
ahhh ho oh
ahhh ho ohhhhhh
yeaahhhh yeahh