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Monday, October 27, 2008
maybe it's better this way
i have spent much of this afternoon looking for a version of a song i believe does not exist except in my head. haiz. and listening to endless perambulations and offside-takes of kenny g's version is killing me.
i want to join a race. or something. plotting and dreaming of escapades when creature x returns. marmalade pantry! rollerblading (ok she doesn't like this. bummer.)! shopping! late nights up and out and hey hey we're both licensed. hoho. just that i still can't drive properly. or park. i'm going to practise parking somehow. maybe i'll clamber out of bed in the dead darkness of the night and drive away, leave all this to yesterday. |
walkonby
you know just what you're saying
she rings my bell
morethanwords
o death in life, the days that are no more
don't look back in anger
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