Wednesday, June 01, 2005

:: tiny vessels ::

i don't hate you

i don't know what else to say and i know there's nothing much i can do to prove that i don't

but logically speaking i know there's no sense in such a strong word in form of spite.

i'm going to enjoy a few drinks now

i'll see you whenever. :)


"...all i see are dark grey clouds
in the distance moving closer with every hour.

So when you ask "is something wrong ?"
I think you're damn right there is -

But we can't talk about it now;
...no we can't talk about it now."


"deformography" Posted by Hello

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spoken. at 1:42 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."