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dozing.... clouds are here, in my dining room. small and grey, with wispy tendrils trailing them

i don't pretend to understand them. shouldn't they be elsewhere? my cats glance at me curiously, expressions of amusement patched across there beautiful feline features.

shirley manson is begging things of me through the speakers of my computer. she sounds desperate and longing. it makes me sad.

yet i feel wonderful. and at peace. content with this little moment of bliss that is Suicide Girls