Atmosphere

[swagato]

Images glimpsed in a fraction of a second and burning like acohol and evaporating in an unbroken chain. Your friends talk cheerily of nothing. You are an exile. You do not belong to society. This is your choice. You don’t fit in. You never have. Don’t walk away in silence. This is what you are, this is you. You watch the moving buildings, the trees

Comments

[murraytheskull]

I bet you dont even know what this entry is about, do you? :p

[swagato]

Sure, like, I wrote it while listening to Pink Floyd and high on nine year old LSD. So now I'm wondering wtf I wrote :P

[murraytheskull]

Ahh, I see. Now it makes a lot more sense. Ill give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you were only listening to Floyd as a result of being high. :p

Oh, and friend me back bitch. :p

[anonymous]

I can't be arsed reading all that, so I'll just say "heh".

[swagato]

'Arsed' being essentially British, I assume it's either Murray, Brownie, or Kaby :P

[anonymous]

Kaby's British? I didn't know that. No, it isn't Kaby.
The message didn't end with ":P", so that rules out Murray.
So that just leaves Brownie, doesn't it?

Or does it? :)

[swagato]

No but Kaby's a diehard Britfan. Insane, I tell you.

Hmm...perfect English on a website post. I wonder if it could be Joe?

Possibilities, possibilities...hey nuxx, where you at? But then he knows my real blog...

GAH early morning mysteries...EXPOSE THYSELF!!!!

erm..well...without innuendo O:-)