Says the sign at the door I stand patiently behind the red velvet And wait for the sun again
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In my current state of mind this strikes me as effing brilliant, but I can't bring myself to care that it is so.
I've written some sad and cliche fragments lately, but that's all. Didn't bother to post them (yet.)
Things are never going to be the same between me and my friend. Until/unless I simply forget about everything and return to the previous state of whatever by default. Maybe it's more true to say I won't ever feel the ssame again (with ditto qualification.) I don't know. But this has been a miserable week and I want it to be over.
I have a twelve hour day tomorrow and I'll be running on six hours or less of sleep...
Yes, I save my truly cheery comments just for you.
/sarcasm.
Sorry. :\ I wish you were online, it would be nice to talk to somebody who makes sense. No insult intended :P But whenever yourself doesn't make sense to yourself, that's worrying.
Sorry the link was dead... I didn't relize they could die. It's by Jimmy Buffett, called Fruitcakes. the live versions of his songs are annoying, avoid those. Or maybe I'm just not a fan of "recorded live" cds.
Well since I've written and taken up bunches of your time and can't remember what I got back on the computer to write anyway--something Iw as supposed to do tomorrow, oh well--I'm going to go again. gnattylaat. or however it was spelled. :\
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In my current state of mind this strikes me as effing brilliant, but I can't bring myself to care that it is so.
I've written some sad and cliche fragments lately, but that's all. Didn't bother to post them (yet.)
Things are never going to be the same between me and my friend. Until/unless I simply forget about everything and return to the previous state of whatever by default. Maybe it's more true to say I won't ever feel the ssame again (with ditto qualification.) I don't know. But this has been a miserable week and I want it to be over.
I have a twelve hour day tomorrow and I'll be running on six hours or less of sleep...
Yes, I save my truly cheery comments just for you.
/sarcasm.
Sorry. :\ I wish you were online, it would be nice to talk to somebody who makes sense. No insult intended :P But whenever yourself doesn't make sense to yourself, that's worrying.
Sorry the link was dead... I didn't relize they could die. It's by Jimmy Buffett, called Fruitcakes. the live versions of his songs are annoying, avoid those. Or maybe I'm just not a fan of "recorded live" cds.
Well since I've written and taken up bunches of your time and can't remember what I got back on the computer to write anyway--something Iw as supposed to do tomorrow, oh well--I'm going to go again. gnattylaat. or however it was spelled. :\
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