i'm not one to share secrets, just yours.
So, in the event of having the absolute most wasted day of my life, I present the greatest slow-song mix CD ever. Okay, granted, I'm not going to hand it over to you people. It took a good hour. Thank God. Or else I'd have been so bored I'd have shot myself. Anyways, without further ado, the greatest slow song mix cd hidden message:
I could tell by the alarm that something went terribly wrong. While we were asleep, an existentialist architect stood on the porch, looked further north, and blew up the moon. Just an ordinary man, he had hovered near fame for too long, so he swung away his life, and did something drastic. The bullet hit the moon, and down (to our surprise) came snow & lights over the poisoned oak; winter had come early. To write every detail would make this the longest story, but the moon was laid in the tomb (ligeia's old one), all mortis and without color. He became famous that night in July, but the regrets killed him.
Good riddence to them both.
:-O Can't find them? Don't care? Neither do I. And with that concludes, the absolute fucking most boring day ever. And last time I ever wait for three people to call me back. I hate everyone.
Except you.
Goodnight, and sweet dreams.
I could tell by the alarm that something went terribly wrong. While we were asleep, an existentialist architect stood on the porch, looked further north, and blew up the moon. Just an ordinary man, he had hovered near fame for too long, so he swung away his life, and did something drastic. The bullet hit the moon, and down (to our surprise) came snow & lights over the poisoned oak; winter had come early. To write every detail would make this the longest story, but the moon was laid in the tomb (ligeia's old one), all mortis and without color. He became famous that night in July, but the regrets killed him.
Good riddence to them both.
:-O Can't find them? Don't care? Neither do I. And with that concludes, the absolute fucking most boring day ever. And last time I ever wait for three people to call me back. I hate everyone.
Except you.
Goodnight, and sweet dreams.