Love and Other Chemical Reactions.

[M.A.P.S.]

It's a good year, for a narcoleptic love story.

It's a good year, for invading sacred territory.

So won't you come and be with me?

So won't you come and be with me?

I've got your swan song, skipping on the turntable and some refills on aphrodisiacs.

We'll sleep through transluscent days and watch the glow in the dark sky I've taped to my ceiling.

[Wendy]

This is good chemistry all around!

[Angela]

Enjoying your journal very much. The last line makes me think horizontally.

[Joe Gensle]

I think sentence five is your high voltage power line, here - as I used to say (prior to the band's naming), 'Tragically hip and chronically cool." Excellent in both artistic realms.

[Jenny]

palpable yearning. very human.

[Sandra Davies]

As soon as I read your first line I had that song 'Be mine' by Robyn in my head -- similar rhythm and , to me, the right sort of voice, but 'We'll sleep through transluscent days' changed things entirely ... nice

[Teresa]

I can hear the old scratchy sounds of forgotten music, especially in the repetition of, "...So won't you come and be with me?" Captivating.

[Gita]

who could refuse such an invitation?

[Monica Manning]

The title wraps it all up. I can feel the sadness beneath it all. Great 6.

[Robert Crisman]

Love sleeps a sinister sleep.