the stars have left me ( Read more... )

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Well because it's at the end of the day that's all that matters, because all you have left is your mind and it doesn't really matter if you place it to rest on a shoulder or a fancy pillowcase or any pillowcase at all because it's still yours and it's all that you really have of you that's you. And after that's gone, what's left? You have bones but ( Read more... )

I'm a dead man.

Show me a man, and I'll show you a woman. Lie to me through plastic teeth and I'll love you back with a plastic heart. We can laugh and say "I love you"'s through pre-recordings and you can show me the world with this view from my seat. I'll tip toe to visit you and we can run away together to wherever they tell us. I will love you for your shell ( Read more... )

i wish books would end in page one and count up from there...i like to know how much is left, not how far i've already gone.