[10:57 p.m.] : [2001-06-02]
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"it's in your head, nostalgia is death. choose starlight." so it was in my blur parklife jewlcase. had i known it was in such an obvious place i would have looked there days ago. i wonder if that would work for other things as well. "no way to retrace. it is gone. choose star bright." not necessarily look for all the things lost in the blur parklife jewlcase, but metaphoricly speaking something like that. like the answers all lie where they logically should not be. "can't depend on honest answers from dependent hands. won't accept an honest answer from an open hand. say the words and i sign off. starlight star bright." that or well there is the other theory which can be drawn. when all else fails put the blame directly on foreigners, the british, the french, the band, especially the french. ". of course i'll go with you, not every day i get to. of course i'll stay with you, how often. pictures tell so much. they remind me often. your voice brings back so much... situations." when i started out i had no intention of sharing this directly with anyone who has any sort of diret relationship or knowledge of any of the events-past, or happening- and that was the point of starting. vent. to strangers the subject matter is relavent if they can relate or get something in one way or another. but to others who are directly tied(other than myself) "one last good-bye may last the rest of your life. one way trip can work both ways and loose ends kept untied make better friends." well, like i said i never started off with the intention of, so some points made, shared, vented, or the such are at points exagurated to an extent, used from memory, and some of it is ment 100 percent - never with any intent one way or an other. "alone i'm outside. red sky, i wait there." if i hurt you i'm sorry, i'm not that good with these word, i don't know what or how else to say... "snowfall above me. so new yet fading. graveyard. run around or jump the fence. don't leave without intentions of ever coming back" |
