last night's slashing turned into lying drunkenly on the deserted road, unable to really think about anything but the moon. two bottles of smirnoff, two cans of amsterdam, three silly people. i'm never going to drink before slashing ever again. i didn't even touch the fucking sword ( Read more... )

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tell me about yr favourite tree.

i feel so incredibly receptive to pink floyd this morning.

grandiose, unhinged and tragic.

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i'm getting my a level results today. i'm not really interested in seeing them. they will most definitely not be good and i'm going to further my education in la salle (i haven't decided between music and fine arts - if anyone wishes to advise me, please do so in the comment box) anyway so all the slip of paper i'll be holding in my hands will ( Read more... )

my master work shall take many many months to design and many many many years to complete.

it shall be engraved in flesh.

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jorges luis borges destroys me.