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I'll sit on my hands until I can see you again
I had accepted the idea that most things in life are fleeting. That most things don't need to last or be around forever. Between the restless apartment nights, empty mansion mysteries in the wine cellar, laughing carbon monoxide, and feeling his breath on my neck while we waited for a sunrise that didn't come - I feel alive. -
But I got news for her, the kind that I can't see, cause I came to my senses just a little too late
I haven't stopped laughing since Thursday night. Too many boa constricters, mice, and $2500 felines. The Getty (traffic), too-early breakfasts(Carrow's), and Nick Barlow's party (Everyone get wasted!). FIDM fashion show was surprisingly pleasant with dwarves, stilts, Alex, Michael, and Alden. Circus acts and almost naked acts. Sunset Grill, bread ( Read more... ) -
The killing machine wore a cowboy hat, and he was a real sweetheart.
I hope that everyone is celebrating either Stanley Steemer's or Leed's Matresses' Unheard of President's Day. Although I would love to take off my hat and remember William Henry Harrison, unfortunately I can't. He did kill Tecumseh after all ( Read more... ) -
The Bible didn't mention us, not even once
On the porch, I loved mixed drinks while Jerzy told me that you like someone because, and that you love someone although. I'm sick of going back and forth in vain. I want to be with you on the Costa Rican beach (sun permitting) and shake Maricello's hand and off-road to the nightclubs, inebriated and free. Be here now. I can't have anymore middle- ( Read more... ) -
I think you've been mislead; Your high horse is infact a pony
Comrades, this weekend made no sense at all, I am senseless. Maybe the sense left when I woke up at 8am on Saturday morning in need of Chaser and found "Fish Bulb" written on my hand. Maybe it was the man from Australia with the war in his heart, and my number in his phone. Maybe it was Scotty the waiter from New York and Patrick the bartender and ( Read more... ) -
Fred Jones was worn down
Sitting here, with bed-disheveled hair in the middle of the afternoon, a cup of coffee to console me, and I'm one best-friend less ( Read more... ) -
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
January has been infested with hello's and goodbye's. Overwhelmingly so. The price of the new year. I don't don't don't want to think about it anymore, so here are the things that Quinn and little SimQuinn do wan't to think about.
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