pretty vague road up ahead
so many goddamn assignments due.... need a breather
I need some good sleep. maybe a beer and some pool. some hugs, some kisses
ok back to my haagen dazs and the European sovereign debt crisis
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
its only wednesday and my week is horrible
i lost my mouse
i dropped my watch and the thing inside came out
there are so many endless assignments
bad headaches
ive got a new tiny pimple
fml
and an indian uncle called me an aunty..............
i need some uhm isolation
retail therapy
some pool
Omg I need to erase so many things away from my life
hmmm starting from you
God what do i actually need in my life?
i lost my mouse
i dropped my watch and the thing inside came out
there are so many endless assignments
bad headaches
ive got a new tiny pimple
fml
and an indian uncle called me an aunty..............
i need some uhm isolation
retail therapy
some pool
Omg I need to erase so many things away from my life
hmmm starting from you
God what do i actually need in my life?
Monday, July 4, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
trap/jaded/ped
seek to find
what words cant say
nor lyrics songs play
secrets within
sunrays that glimmer
...hope.
Corners of her lips raised.
so its not just water she see,
neither is it water she hear.
The ocean is near.
Open, wide. her eyes.
That is only but an illusion
raised her head
birds fly freely in the sky
happenings hound her
down,
down,
down.
what words cant say
nor lyrics songs play
secrets within
sunrays that glimmer
...hope.
Corners of her lips raised.
so its not just water she see,
neither is it water she hear.
The ocean is near.
Open, wide. her eyes.
That is only but an illusion
raised her head
birds fly freely in the sky
happenings hound her
down,
down,
down.
apathy
we are nothing
but victims.
Beautiful prisoners trapped
with daisies and whiskey
drowned.
a lullaby plays softly.
I hummed along.
closed my eyes,
is this a dream?
but victims.
Beautiful prisoners trapped
with daisies and whiskey
drowned.
a lullaby plays softly.
I hummed along.
closed my eyes,
is this a dream?
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