sticky fingers

[image: rusifizio]
[jon brion - phone call]

Before dissolving into the blackness of the night,
a man once told me
l'amour ne dure pas toujours,
with my hands still sticky.

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gone now are the days
where a stroll across the musty wooden planks
of my childhood ark are no more.
i miss steveston with such an awkward incorrigible indifference it drives me insane. every step through it seems like deja vu. from the ice-cream at timothys to the little stores along moncton, overlapping hands...

this is the very reason why i'd feel uncomfortable about flying down to some place like mexico for fun. And as for japan, that is one country i am definately going to boycott for visiting because of their human rights violations (contrary to popular belief) against the innocent. man, i'll continue my rant later on.