Seven years ago today, George Harrison died. Being one of the biggest influences in my life and well-being, it’s only natural I’ve developed quite a Beatlemania-era crush on him forty-some years late. From writing songs that were meant for me to love and wooing me from the dead with his long gone charisma, I wish I lived in the sixties, so I could break into his house and sniff his pajamas… or force him to marry me. But it’s too late, and the only thing I really look forward to these days is to accidentally wake up in the sixties. I would have loved my life a long, long time ago.
George Harrison, love of my life, key to my heart, same thing.
Hare Krishna, George, I miss you.
“Just talking to myself, crying as we part, knowing as you leave me, I also lose my heart.”
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November 30, 2008 at 7:19 pm
np
i thought you liked john lennon, i’m confused…
ps: george harrison looks hot in that picture
ps ps: your writing is really good, you should write a book or something
December 1, 2008 at 1:54 am
Lucy
I miss Georgie (and wish I lived in the 60′s), too.
Btw, I found you on Twitter. :b Listen to George’s songs today!