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I'm writing a story, with that as the title. ^ It's sorta really long.
If I get bored or the time or something, then I'll type up some of it. I'm completly editing it. I've been writing it for a year, and so the characters change darasticly withing five pages of eachother. <3 I don't know.. Today's gonna get alot better than it was. I'm mixing pills right now. And later I'm going to the lip sync with Alyssa. MMm, worshipers. You know what's a good song? Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall, Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling. Spin me round again and rub my eyes. This can't be happening. When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek. Trains and sewing machines. All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before. The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek. Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here) Blood and tears, They were here first.
Mmm, what you say? Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this. Mmm what you say? What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
However, it's not the words that are so damn awesome, it's the was they're sung. If you've heard it, then you'll know what I'm talking about.
Lyf Ling · Wed Oct 11, 2006 @ 11:58pm · 0 Comments |
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