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(Saturday, January 07, 2006-)
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Tuk tuk tuk. The sound dots make when they drop. Last few happy hours mashed with sleep in my still waking land of forever.Pretty dancing droplets of blue tear splashes. The endlessness of this beginning is eating up my existance. CD covers lying in the middle of deep blue latex and staples stuck beneath them in a lolita fashion.The bright orange cup is staring so hard it wants to burst but it cannot because it is solidly imperfect. Sleep is calling out from my soft flower bed and the sweater on it says no i must wait. Are you skin that makes me crawl? I want senses that have no six in them and do not tell me hot from cold. Happy hearing to my gleeful smile pasted on a face that hides sceneries. The pretty black clicks and blinks and tinks. wet hair cannot be sleeped in.
you got me hiding under my bed
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I'm usually happy to help you.
But im much too emotional
so I can get pissy and upset
basically moodswings are my thing
tho i'm doing my bit
and trying to save the universe
by stopping my bad behaviour
you dont have to understand me if you don't want to
I don't ask for that
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