She speaks in jest. But if she only understood I beg to myself to have what she jokes of true. The cipher becomes soluable. But it's as light-hearted as cordial. This is turning into chaos.
"We make our own gravity to give weight to things" - Ani DiFranco
When all you breathe is steam, And you're shooting out hot air. When everything is schemed and progressed. And your streamline everything you feel. And you evaulate every time you (did) breathe. Get a grip kid, your dying kid. Welcome to your whitewash. You're going false. Not long till even you are your steam.
I hate this city. Newcastle. The deadbeat town. Crying out for the new joys of psuedo-gentrification and urban-redevelopment. A city with no prospects beyond Honeysuckle and the possibility of a new Holiday Inn
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Ghost blue diamonds. They look and I remember the whole saga. It's not the value of the gemstone. It's the fact I was convinced they were looking to begin with. Shallow. Shallow. Shallow.