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spectators are tired of watching they're filing out the big top doors i'm buried in the smell of circus those dark clouds are rolling in drunken mouth (kitchen smile) please summon me softly to sleep
Invisible. Inviting visions linger. This swirl of smoke looks like her slender body. I see everything in frames now. Golden gilded. Rippled edges wave goodnight. Lightsleeper. What's keeping you from
när de regnar ute o de blixtra o åskade så vart de att sitta me gitarren :)
lärde mig The Lawrence Arms låt 100 Resolutions :D Where have I been all your life? Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses. Another year will pass us by. Making sense of nothing
Another stupid clumsy story. More accidental aspirations. Another explosion of silence. I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less. This year I'll try to only listen to myself. This year I
Should they catch us and dispatch us to those separate work camps, I'll dream about you. I will not doubt you with the passing of time (oh yeah) Should they kill me, your love will fill me, as warm as