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Jan. 9th, 2006 01:49 amSilence because I didn't feel like listening to anything the radio could offer.
Heat less because I was cold than because the rear window was fogged up and there's no other way to defog it.
Inside my head, my voice began to drone at different pitches in an effort to drown out all thoughts.
The compounded effects of so many heavy butterflies.
So...
How'd it go?
It worked, I guess.
Then it was suffocating.
Why the hell did I decide to do that?
Then I realized... I don't care.
Finding a pattern in things gets old eventually.
GlitterPopsicle (12:02:16 AM): i was just going to say wooooo david bowie
Me too, actually.
The world is confusing. (Run it?)