Tuesday, July 8, 2008

sullen state


I'm always on the outside looking in at you sitting at the table. It's always dark.

I think I know what the saddest song ever written is:



Oh, and for fuck's sake, don't watch Feast of love.
Or at least don't watch it at 6am on a Tuesday morning.

1 comments:

Warmer Climes said...

te imbratisez, caci traume si prin mine umbla.