|i spilled coffe on me.. . again.
||[Mar. 22nd, 2004|02:38 am]
just be true.|
test me friendly. I can still hear you singing. there is a failure at the end of the hallway.
never thought this could be. you smile surprise at me inbetween bone and joint.
The russian enthusiasm.
sightsee a valley of ashes. it is pretty, it is beautiful
unexpectedly hit by a car. I didn't hear the last thing you said
It was I guess I never expected it from myself.
The worst is over.
you standing beside me
next to a dead horse in the middle of the street
bruised conscience in a past tense
afflicted with new adjetives
a new trap for the old game