Enough introspection and bullshit, I'm never going to get to the meaning of life, the heart of it, on the world wide web...pretty sure that is irrefutable.
When will spring come? The question I keep asking myself.
Madonna's still got it.
Monday, February 9, 2009
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
It's kind of unreal, life. I wish that I could snap my fingers and the ribbon on my typewriter would magically be fixed, that would help things. My instincts are quite good and I don't know why I don't trust them more, why I don't trust anything enough. Also I drink far too much coffee.
Enough introspection and bullshit, I'm never going to get to the meaning of life, the heart of it, on the world wide web...pretty sure that is irrefutable.
When will spring come? The question I keep asking myself.
Madonna's still got it.
Enough introspection and bullshit, I'm never going to get to the meaning of life, the heart of it, on the world wide web...pretty sure that is irrefutable.
When will spring come? The question I keep asking myself.
Madonna's still got it.
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Wow. Madonna might just have it more than before.
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