Diary of Umm Qasar

Sunday, December 26, 2004

the house is silent, expectant, like the pause before the intake of breath

this is not how i thot it'd be like

u're a blur
im dizzy
spin around in the din of disguise
lalalla
grabbed me and i held on, flattered
lalallala

ur motivation : jus somebody.. anybody
my motivation: rather.. as always.. i duno what to do

see what comes along.. perhaps we'll walk together a month or two.. jus hope the frenship sticks..

i intoxicate you huh
:)

nobodys said those kind of things before
u prey on my naievtie (fuck the spelling) n my virgin ears
but u say it too easily
too much
too frequently

ure always half drunk
dean moriarty
sal paradise

i hafnt eve nfinished tt f-ing book yet

arthur lecomte + cleveland?
shit is his name cleveland?
cloud factory

in the church of my heart the choir is for hire

watashiwa yasuii desu.

cheap whore
who u tryin to kid
free frag

monsterkill!

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