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Wed Sep 23, 2009, 9:33 AM
« Travelling swallowing dramamine
Feeling spaced breathing out listerine
I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell ya
And that you'd killed the better part of me
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean
But I still can't focus on anything
We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
Travelling swallowing dramamine
Look at your face like you're killed in a dream
And you think you've figured out everything
I think I know my geography pretty damn well
You say what you need so you'll get more
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I said and you know what I mean
But I still can't focus on anything
»




Je repars à zéro, again.
Matite spuntate accanto a penne senza inchiostro, portachiavi arrugginiti sparsi, vecchi biglietti di metro o bus che dovrebbero riportarmi a momenti passati, vissuti, ormai calpestati, a date che invano riuscirò a ricordare. E quel cuscino, morbido color panna, bagnato da troppe lacrime amare. I pensieri che si affollano, i ricordi che vengono avvolti da una nebbia mentale che li porta via con sè. Il disordine degli oggetti sparsi per la camera e questa continua, assente, staticità mentale. Continuo a fuggire via, perchè? Non lo so. Fondamentalmente, mi detesto.
Piccola parentesi: chiedo venia per l'ennesimo spostamento di account, non trovo pace, lo so.

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  • Mood: Insecure
  • Listening to: Explosions in the Sky - Time Stops
  • Reading: Animal Farm, G. Orwell.

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:iconmandirae:
:hug:
Thank you so much!
:iconsugarcream:
awww troppo gentile :heart:

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:bulletpink: My Site: [link]
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:iconswallowingdramamine:
Di niente (:

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Diane Arbus.
:iconusernames-are-a-drag:
Thank-you for the Watch! Your art is really pretty :)

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:iconlovealwaysremains:
grazie mille per il fav (:
bel profilo
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:iconswallowingdramamine:
Di niente, grazie a te (:

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Diane Arbus.
:icondystophia:
Thank you! :blowkiss:

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:iconcamaryn:
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:iconswallowingdramamine:
you're welcome (:

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Diane Arbus.

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