

Really?Did he really apply there? I toss through an old journal, Left in open view. A collection of thoughts and petty distractions,Really?
that he never shared with me. Why?
Does he really like oranges? I'm fasinated, and oddly heavy. It feels as if my heart has swung out from my chest like a wrecking ball and no matter where it lands,
it will bring destruction.
Does he really hate the sax? A listless buzz sounds in my head.
I turn to leave, but the ghost of my old obsession holds me fast. It feels as if I am led,
very gently, to the place whe


Short burstShort lived manifestation of a mislead inspiration.Short burst
Heart-string music as a dedication
to my inner infestation.


ZoelieI love it under the city.Zoelie
My lamp cast a sphere of yellowed light all around me as I walked through the street. The air was cool and damp. Dark hulks of dwellings apeared, weaving in an out of the fragile lamplight. My feet struck out steadily on the ancient road, like millions of others before me. I turned up my lamp, and everything seemed to magnify and blur before they congealed back into shape. It was amazing how whole the buildings were; looted, yes, but so whole. I had seen whole cities a pile of decayed rubble, and they would have seemed children to the wise old man of Old Tarijo.
The first Tarijo was built be
Stick around long enough and you might see me finish it! Haha... that'll be a while...
--
Would you choose water over wine?
-Incubus: Drive
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And suddenly I become a part of your past,
I'm becoming the part that don't last,
I'm losing you and its effortless
Over My Head, The Fray
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Weddings?
I love weddings!
Drinks all around!
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And suddenly I become a part of your past,
I'm becoming the part that don't last,
I'm losing you and its effortless
Over My Head, The Fray
--
Weddings?
I love weddings!
Drinks all around!
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