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24.9.05
no subject.
cho-king on, tails of joy, and bliss.
bro-ken sails, oh we, should bail; let's kiss.
i'll em-brace, the brew-ing thunder and let, it take me un-der-er.
i believe, i-i-in, the search of the fa-awn.
the for-est creature's wild. and so, am, i.
i want to smoke a cigarette. the brand everyone's coagulated together at gigs smells like. i want to be really cold. i want to be able to draw my underrated and lovely, lovely mouth. my favourite part of my body is the corner of my jaw under my ear. no really. things like that turn me on.
i can't help thinking that if i lived very much on my own for a long time i'd get very sad. maybe that is just because i feel sort of. well i have these moods where i feel just quiet. and think-y. and vaguely sad but only because im quiet. and so i listen to joanna newsom and then poison the well and it goes rargh rarghrargh and i am all about christmas two years ago!
here are some things that share connections with that time:
1. red lace french knickers.
2. pvc stilettos.
3. cava.
4. drawing contests with little girls.
(if i was writing this in word, something would say to me "it looks like you are making a list!" and it'd be RIGHT. i wish it would just say that and just make statements. it's a far more human thing to do.)
WHEN I'M NOT BEING COOL:
i thought what you wrote in that myspace message was very touching. you didnt try to make it amazing, you were honest, and i appreciate that more than i can say, really. it is astonishing that you are YOU and at the same time really ME also. and it isn't like some hallowed, you know, outerbody experience of perfection or whatever, like "OH MY GOD, THIS IS LOVE" it just is. and you just are. youre like. what. WHAT. and i love it.
you are the outside of a sock and i am the inside so baaasically we're the same just i am a bit more wiggly than you.
right now i am mostly hoping you'll read this soon, and i'll look pretty tomorrow.
whispered by killa b at 11:03 PM |
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