ergo... [cigarette et parfum]
having lost belief in blue skies and green leaves and breezes, having growing fondness for the sweetly sick mix of cigarettes and perfume, there is, at rough count, the eiffel tower and goa and dolphins left. past these, however, past the eiffel and goa and dolphins, what is there left? where do i go?
Labels: emo stuff
posted by Anonymous at 1:06 am
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The place between life and nowhere, where hope may reside still. And from there it's a mere grize to peace, if not ecstasy.
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