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[carsss]

Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it's almost out
We're so creative, so much more
We're high above but on the floor

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side

The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hotIt's not a habit, it's cool

Comments

my sweeeetest friend

[moneybabymoney]

carmen yo dont be silly you know youll neva be alone, ill out live ya fo sure ;)

i once had an addiction to cake mix, the sweeeeet release it brought me ... hmmmm nothing lasts forever though, you shall be released from the this murky water, cul200000 will heal you...

[carsss]

owww mister, you are a saviour. there are a lot of secret gross things hanging around, and i just cant be bothered to feel shit because of them :(
HAHAHAH cake mix, i will adopt as my new addiction. Im sorta glad we have uns soon. talk sooooonnn. love love.

[loomm]

how do u cross out writing?
anyways when we goona neirda?

[carsss]

hahah thats so funny cos when i posted those lyrics i was all sad and angry at self for depending on nerida to cure sadness and your like CARS LETS HAVE NERIDA!! ehehhe i so want tooooo i will organise perfect nerida excursion soon <3 to cross out you go < strike > before what you want to write and then < /strike > at the end withought the spaces

[moneybabymoney]

I've been struck dumb by a voice that speaks from deep beneath the cold black water. It's twice as clear as heaven, and twice as loud as reason. It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed and just as undisturbing. The current's mouth below me opens up around me. Suggests and beckons all while swallowing. It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away. But I'm so comfortable... Too comfortable. shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up you're saturating me. So how could I let this bring me back to my knees again again again under for the third time. I've been baptized by your voice. it screams from deep beneath the endless water. and it's half as high as heavenand half as clear as reason. it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed. But I'm so comfortable. Far too comfortable. Why don't you kill me, I'm weak and numb and insignificant, and I'm back on my knees. lost in euphoria. I'm back down. I'm in the undertow

[carsss]

mmmmm, such beautiful comment. with words of honeylove. sorry you are dealing with me being a nutcase right now. and the cherry seemed to be the gross stringy cheese of heartbeat. i dont know why i dont just skin myself. be so much more melodramatic.
you are anything but numb and insignificant, so i dont know what you mean there mister pigular. maybe we are both vague crusaders, born on journeys only to confuse others away from tinkling treasures. i am tired. i am everything.