Sunday, September 16, 2007

*but the mirror's never failed you like this before*

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"What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do? "
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it takes courage to face the week that lurks upon us.
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or is this just another confusing and hungover sunday afternoon?
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for someone so full of hot air, i feel surprisingly empty.
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maybe if i don't open the window i'll never know what i am missing.
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so lets wait for a week filled with soft colours, sweet scents, indecently rough poetry and dancing tunes.
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i feel like everyone around me is hurting. Including me.
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[mood: slightly hungover and somewhat anti-social]
[pressplay: what to do - ok go]
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(secretly hoping for a sweet and pink time this week. secretly scared that i won't last till the end of whatever is about to come up. honestly wishing we have a hell lot of fun on the way, wherever we are going.)
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