he/she/you/nobody
his hands are like feathers, drifting over the world. he looks like a monster, if a monster could wear the face of humanity. his eyes are too dark and you cannot meet his gaze, no fix your eyes upon his face and revel in what you see
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Kinda spooky too, no wonder you feel like those lyrics. Maybe Darren has hypnotised you, you think you are a skeptic, but maybe he made you think that, hmmmm yeah.
You'd have more money if you had a literary agent and got published *hinthint* Who needs jobs when you can do what you do?
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Maybe he has. Although why he'd make me write this, I have no idea.
I do. I need an agent.
Hannah, you are awesome. Marry me and support me forever?
Lol, I is demanding.
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You have no idea because he made you have no idea. Oooo. He could so get arrested for that, infiltration of the brain. Or something.
Go get one then. It is obvious. Which reminds me, some how, I wrote a list of all the universities which did egyptology ages ago for you. Here they are: Manchester, Swansea, Oxford, Liverpool, Birmingham and one of the London ones.
Thank you. I feel special now, hee. When you mean support, do you mean as a leaning post whilst you nap vertically, or as in feeding you. Or being 'there' for you.
Yeah, you didn't even say please either, your mother should be ashamed. =b
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Lol, best lesson ever. "Sir, we arrest you on suspicion of BRAIN INFILTRATION!"
I need one, I'm just not sure how you get one. And you really are awesome. I could go to Manchester and be run over every morning now! I still kind of want to go to Swansea though, go and live in Wales.
All three please. You could be my much better half. Or two-thirds, if you like.
*iz ashamed* Okay, lets try that again. Please marry me? *puppy eyes*
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