june 9, 2001. Damn. I'm 24 years old and Robert Smith can still make me cry. A Chain Of Flowers Please wake up It's so dark and cold Please wake up I feel so alone And I feel so scared That you're going away And I feel so scared... All I want is summer Stories from before Just like the day you tried to hide Behind the churchyard wall And fell asleep before I came... I found you In a chain of flowers Sleeping like a marble girl Sleeping in another world... I'll never tell you Of all the different ways You make me so afraid... I updated several things this week: the other places page is fresh for the first time since 1998. there is one more entry up to fill the narrative gap of Poet's wedding: May 20th, the wedding itself. there is a new picture in the photo album of Tisiphone's Angels, although you may want to delay your visit until I get all the wedding pictures scanned and added appropriately. Enjoy.