All tommorow's todays

Sep 22, 2006 02:28

She walked through the door with a kind of casual poise entirely out of place in a room filled with relative strangers. Clearly she had not been to the same party, probably even this part of town, every other night. Our boy was taking pot shots at the other drunk revelers, the same crew of crooks and debeats as the nights prior, gleeful at his ( Read more... )

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eazymeat6969 September 27 2006, 01:36:11 UTC
"sunday morning" is the perfect fit, implying as much paranoia and dried-spittle tasting heartsickness under the surface as the blog entry itself does.

sick, sick, sick.

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skewgee September 27 2006, 06:10:38 UTC
"look out, the world's behind you, there's always someone around you, when you call, it's nothing at all"

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