Tense Around Apples

( Language is my mother, my father, my husband, my brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my check-out girl; language is a complimentary moist lemon scented cleansing square, or a handy freshen-up wipette; language is the breath of God; language is the dew on a fresh apple; it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning light, as you pluck from an old bookshelf, a half forgotten book of erotic memoirs; language is the creek on a stair; it's a spluttering match held to a frosted pane; it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party; it's the warm wet trusting touch of a leaking nappy; the hulk of charred panzer; the underside of a granite boulder; the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl; it's cobwebs, long since overrun by an old wellington boot. )

I understood that. I love Stephen Fry & Hugh Laurie. The Original Slash pairing?
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stolen (woken, spoken) from fearnot 

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4.Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post it in your own journal.

Here's my poor attempt at putting it all together:




ALSO, IS IT SUMMER YET? I WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH. I CANNOT EXPLAIN MY DESPERATION TO GO THERE ENOUGH. o__O