Ok, this is like the 3rd feckin time Ive updated this journal. But I had to.
Im gutted.
Just got news that one of my idols has died
Hunter S Thompson, shot himself about 2 hours ago...
RIP Dr Duke
You're the sole reason I started taking mecaline!
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He laid emeralds in her eyes,
But I'd already tied,
A braclet made of gold and a scarlet thread around her wrist.
And everything was wrong
So we said lets sing another song.
"Oh how seldom we belong
But how elegant our kiss."
We painted crooked lines
But danced in perfect time
To a love so much refined,
We know not what it is
Until like a dullen wine we pour
Into a grief unknown before
But never quite like this.
All i know now is regret,
It follows like a silhouette
Along the cobbelstone behind me,
But has nothing to say
Except to innocently ask,
Its voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?..."
"Do you see me when we pass!?"
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Yesterday was a good day all in all. Bam sent me new clothes including some fuckin badass pink and black shoes! I can now wear different shoes everyday for about a month and half.
so gay.
Still,
Michelle Marsh kissed me last night!
So HA!
(...Ive been smiling like a mad ejit none stop since)
...my cheeks hurt
Michelle-Marsh.com
Ive, added a few more new pics, so go have a look
Sorry, my journals have been a lil dull of recent, dont worry tho there shall be some more comedy genius coming your way soon
... as soon as I get cash to by booze that is... 
Im gutted.
Just got news that one of my idols has died
Hunter S Thompson, shot himself about 2 hours ago...
RIP Dr Duke
You're the sole reason I started taking mecaline!
-------------------------------------------------------------
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
But I'd already tied,
A braclet made of gold and a scarlet thread around her wrist.
And everything was wrong
So we said lets sing another song.
"Oh how seldom we belong
But how elegant our kiss."
We painted crooked lines
But danced in perfect time
To a love so much refined,
We know not what it is
Until like a dullen wine we pour
Into a grief unknown before
But never quite like this.
All i know now is regret,
It follows like a silhouette
Along the cobbelstone behind me,
But has nothing to say
Except to innocently ask,
Its voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?..."
"Do you see me when we pass!?"
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Yesterday was a good day all in all. Bam sent me new clothes including some fuckin badass pink and black shoes! I can now wear different shoes everyday for about a month and half.
so gay.
Still,
Michelle Marsh kissed me last night!
So HA!
(...Ive been smiling like a mad ejit none stop since)
...my cheeks hurt
Michelle-Marsh.com
Ive, added a few more new pics, so go have a look
Sorry, my journals have been a lil dull of recent, dont worry tho there shall be some more comedy genius coming your way soon
... as soon as I get cash to by booze that is...
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I was told last night that the CIA killed him because he was about to release a book about Bush!
thanks for giving it a go anyhow.