Spill it, boy.

Apr 22, 2006 09:09

The truth is, I'm only that good when I'm with good company.

Today I'm a bastard.
Tonight I'm a hero
Yesterday: a comedian (you were impressed)
Tomorrow.

I had a dream that life was a blanket. Interwoven fibers, criss-crossed and formidable. A checkerboard pattern of Lives and memories. And out of the millions of threads and filaments, we were intertwined and tangled. And we were the stronger for it.

This is a happiness hangover.
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