Baaa
I'm such a sheep; I didn't even look at the bus I stepped onto. They told me it wad the same as the one I got off but I didn't even check.
I could be slaughtered by stray monkeys or carted off to Bulgaria for all I know. Whisked away to the other side of the city (which is actually where I just came from).
Garden City is not a part of the city I would intentionally visit unless I had a damn.good.reason.
Maybe there's a good place to shoot photos there? I've never thought to look. The maples; "where the boat let's off" they say. THEY. Do they hide in those black cars with no faces?
I'd like to think I am not they. That I have different opinions, but that's judging Them. Assuming They are less than me, which means still I think less of me than I should.
Love notes written on napkins and stashed in my pocket. Happens every few months it seems. Or years. Or maybe I wrote them myself and I've gone am have insanity
Meet you around the corner
For breakfast
Left it to last minute
Hold my hand
I've left it too long
You've let go now
My palm is cold
Default default your fault
Wtf?
Default self depricating emo madness. Like midnight madness only with thick plastic glasses and whiney music.
I never liked "emo" as a bad thing, I always thought it short for "emotional" which, as hard as it can be, is precious in it's own.
Hold my own hand.
Sometimes it's warm enough.
Sometimes it's soft enough.
Sometimes I'm enough.
<3
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I could be slaughtered by stray monkeys or carted off to Bulgaria for all I know. Whisked away to the other side of the city (which is actually where I just came from).
Garden City is not a part of the city I would intentionally visit unless I had a damn.good.reason.
Maybe there's a good place to shoot photos there? I've never thought to look. The maples; "where the boat let's off" they say. THEY. Do they hide in those black cars with no faces?
I'd like to think I am not they. That I have different opinions, but that's judging Them. Assuming They are less than me, which means still I think less of me than I should.
Love notes written on napkins and stashed in my pocket. Happens every few months it seems. Or years. Or maybe I wrote them myself and I've gone am have insanity
Meet you around the corner
For breakfast
Left it to last minute
Hold my hand
I've left it too long
You've let go now
My palm is cold
Default default your fault
Wtf?
Default self depricating emo madness. Like midnight madness only with thick plastic glasses and whiney music.
I never liked "emo" as a bad thing, I always thought it short for "emotional" which, as hard as it can be, is precious in it's own.
Hold my own hand.
Sometimes it's warm enough.
Sometimes it's soft enough.
Sometimes I'm enough.
<3
Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry