these old bones rattle

[yas_the_spaz]

ode to mr. rigor mortice.
everything i had you got... could have just told me you didn't really ever want it...
could have saved it, wouldn't still be picking up the pieces i left behind...
my trust my heart my soul my skeleton... my 5 foot glow in the dark one...
where is my Mortice now...
he was getting looked after until we were together again... what a fucking joke...
me and him had been through some tough times... poverty sickness...
yep loved that skeleton.

i could get a new one but other things can't be as easily replaced.

time for a new diary. i was going to get one when i moved to melb so yeah i think so... yay for new stuff.