beyond toxic clouds
lonely wading through the destruction of space
Sunday, January 3, 2010
I'm turning nocturnal
up at ungodly hours :\
insomnia, or too tired to sleep?
or too tired for insomnia?
fact eight: "She doesn't talk, she just laughs." [because I think it's funny and I'm not very funny myself:]
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in my heart and mind,
I think it's funny
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