Wednesday, August 22, 2007

"On a clear day, I can read your mind"

16.12 Seven Minutes Late
The combination of a late night, Red Bull excess and no breakfast which produced a pleasing, slightly spacey, slightly out of it, tiredness-buzz earlier is long gone.
Now things are happening around me in time lapse, in a language I can't understand.


Think I’m suffering from ‘Everything’s Shit But Nothing’s Wrong’ syndrome.

Under The Blacklight - Rilo Kiley

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