we'll wake up tomorrow refreshed but slightly hungover.
we'll never mention a thing about it.
we'll be fine.
but somehow the words keep going along in my head.
the ones i should have said while there was still time.
still i kick myself for being so naive.
fuck it.
its nothing compared to the dilema. its nothing compared to the everlasting.
oy.
i dont make sense after 5 card poker and me with losing cards.
i guess its best to be quiet.
and let things come to me.
sigh.
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.and i have the blogs to prove it.
[not so good with the eye contact]
.i am a strange person.
.and i have the blogs to prove it.
.i blame the razors.
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too easy to fool. and too easy to lead. most times its easy to take the advantage and run with it. but in the end it makes the fun part seem lacking and less filling.
where is the good part of being on the floor beneath.
being the one with a thousand pennies and no paper.
the one with all the will and no power over it.
hm. some powers are rather lacking it seems.
taking over the weak leaves us with that fake floaty head and way to much time to gloat all alone to the walls.
where is the good part of being on the floor beneath.
being the one with a thousand pennies and no paper.
the one with all the will and no power over it.
hm. some powers are rather lacking it seems.
taking over the weak leaves us with that fake floaty head and way to much time to gloat all alone to the walls.
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