Vietnam is the huge garden he has always dreamed about.

May 29, 2004 18:08

All the roads we have to walk are winding
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding
there are many things that i would like to say to you
but I don't know how
because maybe
youre gonna be the one that saves me
and after all you're my wonderwall
today was gonna be the day
but they'll never throw it back to you
by now you should've somehow
realised what you're not to do
I don't belive that anybody
feels the way I do
about you now.

You can have such fun with a bottle of baby oil and a twister game. Such fun indeed.
And I'd say drugs aren't even necessary in that circumstance.
But of course I'm back to fucking around, Lying to my parents, acting crazy, and being a general horn nut.
Its great fun.

I get what Natalie or whoever said when they said I was like georgia nicolson. Its crazy. But I do see resemblances, even though she was a fairly clean kid, but there are similar insane threads of thought.

4 days of exams, then all I've gotta do until europe is a bit of waiting and partying. Then I'm off to ireland to drink with the big boys. Hopefully. Yeah. Hopefully.
I'm feeling spastic. It brings about weird results.
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