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sad again. like usual. current song: the widow by the mars volta he's got fasting black lungs made of clove splintered shards they're the kind that will talk through a weezing of coughs and i hear him every night in every pore and every time he just makes me warm freeze without an answer free from all the shame must i hide because i'll never never sleep alone look at how they flock to him from an isle of open sores he knows that the taste is such such to die for and i hear him every night on every street the scales that do slither deliver me from freeze without an answer free from all the shame then i'll hide because i'll never never sleep alone oh lord said i'm bloodshot for sure pale runs the ghost swollen on the shore everynight in every pore the scales that do slither deliver me from freeze without an answer free from all the shame then i'll hide because i'll never never sleep alone freeze without an answer free from all the shame let me die because i'll never never sleep alone i think that it is time for me to go again. the hedgehog has hurt everyone around her again, and there is no more reason for me to be here. eh, i'm depressed and rambling again. i'll stop before i start to worry people. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
