Sunday, September 2, 2012


What is wrong isn't what is gone it's what's not there anymore and why not that's bothering more. Had not the general concept of a schoolboy's idea of romance degenerated into an elongated shiteatinggrin you've got much to say son, about a great love, bought from genital lotion and apple-flavoured curry. "You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, you're so vain." Life doesn't even have a life itself.

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