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30.6.05
SHARK ATTACK
(you can click the title!)
my hands smell of cigarettes and fake tan.
we walked, i walked, with a bottle of chocolate milk and red brand. a huge coat. i have only slept ten hours over the past, 2 or 3 nights. so any time you sit me still for longer than, oh, ten minutes, i am falling asleep on the sofa and in the car and in maths exams and on roxanne. i wake up and my eyes are stuck together it feels like my eyelashes are made from lead or something heavier or something.
VAGABOND.
MAN so i had my prom last night and it went really fast and a lot of people huffed all my precious helium helium helium gas or spiking their punch. it was hot. the dj's son put a hand on my shoulder to help me. tommy wore a hat and why must he always look so good. one of my favourite smells in the whole wide world is smoke from smoke machines.
my knee is breaking and every muscle in my leg is wrong and aching and makingmy leg feel like a bottle.
there is a frog sitting next to me and he is about. 7 millimetres long.
i am really very very utterly confused today.
WANT TO LISTEN TO BIFFY AND ACONITE THRILL WANT THE SUN TO SHINE REDLY IN THE EVENING MAKING THE ORANGE IN MY HAIR SHINE THROUGH AND TEETER IN DASHES LIKE HYPHENS ON A TYPEWRITER WANT TO NOT FEEL SICK WANT IT TO NOT SMELL OF SOUP WANT TO FEEL RESTED WANT TO SEE YOUR SQUARE SMILE WANT TO BE SICK want to slam dunkit like shaquille OH neale wicked wreckin baby i ROCK THAT TEST TOOB BABEY TAKE IT COS I GOT
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