Greek to MeThe bird mistaking glass for air makes a heavy rain-sound on the window. I am wearing my burnout dress but today nobody seems to care. ![]() I'd rather stop myself from poetry than force myself to ice cream; something is always more or less delicious depending on where your tongue goes. Anyone who dresses like Robert Smith for Halloween should really know this by now. ![]() Please don't call me kiddo, there are so many people I should have read and/or fucked by now, it's almost embarrassing. All my temples curling in on themselves ![]() like when you enter me Cassiopeia-style. When midnight stepped on my foot my first thought was: This isn't as painful as I thought it would be. And I was wrong. It hurt like everything. |
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