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Oh my. Another day of painting the blessed hallway. I have been decorating now for more than three weeks and all I see around me is mess. I wonder why I bother. Life is like that though eh.
There's something of the tomboy In your blazer and your corduroys And it's time to settle down after these years You've been running from the wildwood But your favourite toys from childhood We're...
I went out Friday night not knowing where I was going or what was happening after. Not a smart move. Everytime I go out there's drama, not with me but between others, which ruins the whole night.
To be honest I was actually quite nervous. I mean, the one thing I was good at was giving me nightmares. Jonny dropped me back home at around 2:45.
She stands patiently, Breathing calmly, Eyes fixed on the lights, Waiting for her time. The light goes green, The signal sounds, She moves forward, Judging the distance. It's time... She leaps...
Good Morning. Or should that be good afternoon. Last night turned into a bit of a whiskey fuelled mission playing Street Fighter with my drummer and swearing at foxes in the street.
Last week some old friends of mine ventured back into this dreadful city.
Well, one person enjoyed my rant and that's good enough for me. Annoying people she suggested, so here goes. Right, annoying people. Hmm, ah I know.
How disgusting is it that I am sitting in the mall when I see some old lady trying her best to get to the doors and on her handi bus AND NO ONE IS HELPING HER. she was in a wheel chair.
I had really just wanted an average- sized mug of coffee.
The orange glow of the street lights bathes everything with an ochre hue, casting an ethereal spell over the roads late at night.
So...what to write...as the saying goes, so many blogs, so little time.
Everyday on my way to school I see this one guy on the train. He looks the same as everyone else. There is something slightly different thought. Something that separates him from the crowd.
The sky is pink, orange, yellow and red.The blue is smeared. And clouds atop The gulls scream, they want our food.Their greedy and will never stop till they've had their fill.
Why is it so cold out tonight. The winds tearing at my whispery grey beard, again. I shift body weight to keep my chin away from the bitterness of night.
I see the lights, Fade to black, And I see the people, Oh how they clap, And I see the winners, Marching to the music, And I see the losers, And they're making it.
Ordinary People Charlie It's a long time since I've seen Eugene. Or anyone in fact. Apart from Smith. The drug dealer. Yeah, ok, I'm a druggie. Get over it.
It seemed like another bright day this morning, but as the hours pass the sky becomes over run with dark clouds,pushing and shoving their way along the horizon.
Where do the hours between five and eleven go.
When the day starts turnin' Into night it's confusing When you say you've got to go.
Think of an average day... Do you wake up alone. With someone. How did they get there. And you. You shower. You scrub yourself with products, made by who.
Вот ) подумал о том что бы написать третие безответное письмо. Сегодня в Ташкенте первый снег и поэтому опять настроение епистолярное. Надеюсь тебя еще не успели достать мои мелкие опусы.
Сел с тем что бы написать письмо.
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