living is easy with eyes closed

I woke up this morning in a Beatles mood. Listened to Abbey Road, ’65, Help!, Magical Mystery Tour, Let It Be and Revolver all day. Got home this evening, still not high enough on the Beatles and watched Hard Day’s Night. Needing more of a fix, I spent a few hours on every Beatles’ blog site I could get my bowl-cut-hungry-hands on. I put on Yellow Submarine and sorted through all my Beatles books, twitching and sweating, my pupils dilated and track marks forming. Tripping out on Beatlemania…

Now, as you kids know, I could wax lyrical about the Beatles like a twelve year old Twi-hard at a Robert Pattinson press event, but I’ll spare you all the gushing. Because I know my obsessive nature is that of great annoyance. Also because I really couldn’t put into words how passionately I feel about these four boys. And also because I am dangerously close to an overdose.

It’s getting hard to be someone

but it all works out….

Oh, Georgie boy...

 Paulie

 Richard

 Mr. Lennon

 silly boys...

 <3

 steller shades, babe

 who wears short shorts?!

 I've had this picture for two years and just recently noticed Paul in the background

 I would give my left tit to bang Mr. Harrison circa 1963

Cheers.