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now in possession of a twitter accout, just btw -
Found old scribblings
Cleaning my writing folder I found weird writings I did while in Dublin last year. As I don't want them to take up any more space there, I'll just save them here. No need to read... very strange, stream of consciousness stuff, with no real point. ^^° Seems so long ago now.
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How much happiness can one person take? I'm combusting, exploding, thrilling, dancing and laughing like a maniac all over the place. Really, how much happiness? -
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This is making me insane. INSANE.
My heart is too heavy to pulsate. -
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The best thing about flatmates:
When you come home and tell them that some girl said something mean about your outfit, they don't inform you that you need to stand above such things but snort, frown and grumble "That's bitch. I bet she's just ugly and jealous."
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There are fairies in my tummy
There are dragonflies in my head
My limps are played by a master puppeteer
while I keep laughing with
And if it would just rain
I would be dancing right beside those drops
on the bridge there
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I'm drunk on giggles and the love of it all; and horny as hell. It's hilarious and perfect and kind os bliss -y. Yes, drunk on it is the right image. Stoned and drunk and tomorrow the handover is going to kick in, that's going to be a nightmare. -
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Sometimes you read a book that makes you go a little bit crazy. Those are the best ( Read more... ) -
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“The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.”
- James D. Nicoll -
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So, this is what heartbreak feels like.
A ghost pain to the head.