one

shutting my eyes too fast, too slow
like struggling to drag another foot atow.

I've been listening to Aimee Mann for the past hour.
One, is indeed the loneliest number that you'll ever know.
it's the saddest experience...

Then there's surburbia

"Someday this place is going to burn
is your whole life in there, waiting
Someday [...] they'll realize,
you're missing"

where is
My _aviour? My_urburbia?
dirty like sin.
_hhhhhhhh

you'll come back within yourself, promise
and the art will be beautiful.

Damn you Mr. Good. I'm recycling my old self.
I want to marry the sea.
I've fallen in love. But my head hurts so bad.

Merry Christmas to all!
:)
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whilst dreams of sugarplum fairies danced in their heads,
she sleeps comfortable, dreaming of bawdy houses, loose women and crooked grins.