:: cold cold cold
:: Finger Dicks, the best band ever? Quite possibly*.
:: people usually have some sort of rythym with it
:: polaroid life
:: miss pours and glass doors
:: Q. the same name? A. the same name.
:: ‘it’s satisfying when the rest of the audience is cut off from the meaning’
*I want to sing in that band, maybe one day i will meet joel and he’ll ask me to sing in the band.
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I am but one of the proletariet who must wear spectacles to read and work on the computer. This said, i often don’t, so i’m still dicovering those banal happenings often overlooked by the visually gifted. Tonight, it was the lenses fogging up as i sipped my tea. Boy did i get a shock.
So, persons who wear glasses, you know…respect. Or something.
Yours truly (crushed under essay explode) mimx
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A cup of tea and crossed legs under the table, you had a long black and I liked that // the sun was setting sooner than usual so we walked across the road to the park to catch the last minutes of light/warmth, the grass itched my thighs through my stockings, running my hands up and down them now and then // you want too, I should just let you but all the same things stop me, always feeling underwhelmed, always the same // no sun now, there is a dog swimming in the pond and we stare until our gaze is broken by nothing in particular // we talk about wednesday, the next time we see each other I won’t be so erratic but green blue red shadows all over you, tell me I will be // and you will be