October is nostalgic.
I also hope it rains. Rains like fuck.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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That boy in my dream. That boy came true. How lovely.
And I love the way your hand fits so nicely in mine
And I always screw up, I wonder how you sing to me
Now I'm just wondering... when will that sunset be here?
And I love the way your hand fits so nicely in mine
And I always screw up, I wonder how you sing to me
Now I'm just wondering... when will that sunset be here?
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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She was walking through the night. A car parked in front of a house, thinking it was his. Continue to walk the way she walks, the male in the car said "Excuse me," she stopped to be polite, "My name is Dwayne and I saw you walking... What's your name?"
The young girl wondered. She doesn't know her name.
"Sorry," mumbling, the hint of not wanting to further the conversation. It wasn't the right of time. She started walking again.
"You're afraid? I just thought you were pretty," the male said. The male confused her feelings for fear. Silly.
After the nervousness and panic washed away like sweat from her jog to her apartment... She actually wanted to find the small black vehicle to take back that meaningless apology. She wasn't really sorry. It wasn't her fault that she didn't have a name.
Hi. Are You Awake? by T.R. Muse.
The young girl wondered. She doesn't know her name.
"Sorry," mumbling, the hint of not wanting to further the conversation. It wasn't the right of time. She started walking again.
"You're afraid? I just thought you were pretty," the male said. The male confused her feelings for fear. Silly.
After the nervousness and panic washed away like sweat from her jog to her apartment... She actually wanted to find the small black vehicle to take back that meaningless apology. She wasn't really sorry. It wasn't her fault that she didn't have a name.
Hi. Are You Awake? by T.R. Muse.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
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I had the most beautifulest dream. The boy I like rejected me. And I was walking into a sunset.
I wish I could dream it again.
I wish I could dream it again.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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http://www.explodingdog.com/title/ihopeyoumissmetoo.html
All of a sudden I miss everyone
Yeah, not likely.
All of a sudden I miss everyone
Yeah, not likely.
Labels:
explodingdog,
explosions in the sky,
kaboosh,
more explosions
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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