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Papa, I’m so sick of living for you. I don’t want to live for you. I want you to live for yourself. Tell me where to begin my life when you gave it to me yourself to handle and I can’t handle it properly. The mattress upon which you sleep is my earth.

Somewhere only we know, that’s the land of the Muppets. You always did love Kermit the Frog’s ( Read more... )

Oh my God, I just had the most beautiful dream ever. You gave me a pill, we lay down on the kitchen floor at the party and snuggled up together, vision on fire.

 
Look, you can't fucking quit smoking. I fell deep in frivolous love with you when you draped your arm around me (!!!!!!) and told me I was too young to quit. That, my man, was deadly charming and wicked.  No one has ever told me to speed my way to death before. You're a danger and pose a threat to my health and I dig you more for that.

So I'm back from epic night, which wasn't particularly epic because I didn't really feel a damn thing. We escaped from the police screening and managed to tow away a bottle of hard liquor in the process. Now I feel dead guilty.

What a coincidence, brudder! Me be putting some old tuuuunes into the trash like it's recycling day to-oh-day and putting them new ones back into ma vpod. david bowie's ziggy stardusting into ma vpod and selling me a coat, buddy holly instructin' me to fall in love (easily), sigur rós filling up the vpod with unpronounceable songtitles, liszt and ( Read more... )

Feeling particularly blue these two weeks, these days. I want a cuddle party, man. Or a cuddle with someone taller than I am. crouch & cuddle - kinda hard. Unless we lie down on a nice bed with some cosy pillows. But I'd probably fall asleep, seeing how I refuse to sleep these days. I want to sleep, but I want to be up too, thinking and feeling ( Read more... )

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