only in dreams could it be this beautiful and all the colors could run together like a watercolor that is bleeding from both nostrils, and I stare at it for hours thinking I might be interested in dancing tomorrow night while somebody, somewhere plays the guitar, but only if they're naked and they ask me to do the same...
what exactly is the point? and does it really matter? I could see it happening if I were pretty, and if the oxygen were better, but this is not a nitemare any longer, and I'm screaming myself awake in a basement somewhere in the Midwest and all the smells from my childhood are hear gathered around me like ghosts--we all remember you.
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In other news...I'm not going to be able to go to New Orleans this weekend. I'm heartbroken.
what exactly is the point? and does it really matter? I could see it happening if I were pretty, and if the oxygen were better, but this is not a nitemare any longer, and I'm screaming myself awake in a basement somewhere in the Midwest and all the smells from my childhood are hear gathered around me like ghosts--we all remember you.
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In other news...I'm not going to be able to go to New Orleans this weekend. I'm heartbroken.
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You know, when you don't wear your glasses/contact, the world is like living in an impressionist painting? *chuckle*