"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
xXx
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Monday, 4 April 2011
stop and stare.
mountains in the mist. breathe it in your lungs.
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