You can find me on Little Big Planet. Walter Matthau is pretty happy for me.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
I would play truth or dare with these kids, and steal jelly packets from diners, and talk back to grown-ups, and twirl to them jamming Blue Monday with the instruments they don’t know how to play. Like, when I’m looking for a great time with a group of virgins.
They were already the only persons in the street, and all the stars were watching them. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. They are not really friendly to Peter, who had a mischievous way of stealing up behind them and trying to blow them out; but they are so fond of fun that they were on his side to-night, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of the way. So as soon as the door of 27 closed on Mr. and Mrs. Darling there was a commotion in the firmament, and the smallest of all the stars in the Milky Way screamed out:
Now, Peter!
