Oh

My sweetheart.. my nonchalant.
My modern lady, my debutante..!
Come downstairs.

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They'll touch you,
And love you,
And bring you around.
Aiming for keeps
Forlorn abhorrent underground

It's toasty warm in an ignorant dream
Stunning and vile...
Mmm
Sickly, sickly, beautiful beguile...

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Well that was.... strange.

I feel absolutely dead inside.

That was the weirdest fucking night.

On one hand it was beautiful, pink, dancing fun, and the other...

A deeply depressing, upsetting mess.

I have no idea where to start...

(but I'll have to try later, or I just might explode.)

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Emiwee's rather large party tonight. (I'm itching with dappyness and anticipation ( Read more... )

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How intriguing.

I wonder where you have flown to, innerlust.

All the best, I will miss witnessing your visions.

Today was wonderful. Woken up by the voice of my love... (Sorry I was so sleepy ( Read more... )

and with no redeeming qualities ( Read more... )

Kurt Cobain sits in the passenger seat of the truck. I swear. He wears a stripey shirt, horizontal lines stappling him against the dirty grey fabric. I see everyone on that road. I saw Michael Caine driving a jaguar.

Saw love in a parked car.

Watched as my fingers slid down the window.

It gets to a point where everything floats. And everything ( Read more... )

I want to write, whether it be about fag ends or fairies.
(Oh, the irony.)
But, it won't come.
Desperate for distraction... aware of growing cravings.

my blood wants to say hello to you, my fear is warm to get inside of you, my soul is so afraid to realise, how every little bit is left of me

Nights etched onto black board memory.

Screech.

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