not making progress on many things... including the cake, which remains undecorated.terrible photo, but my camera is still dead.
feelings fade a little more every day until there is nothing left of you but a dial-tone.
white noise.
booooooooooooooooooooooooooooop.
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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you exist only as chemical memories in my brain.
i think i'm too fascinated by it to understand the tragedy.
the phenomenon of adaptation.
2 comments:
Right... you! dial tone lady, hang up the phone and get planning this weekend. I'm thinking a botanic gardens trip if its super sunny, if not a bus/train ride out of edinburgh somewhere for an afternoon. Cakes can wait in place of real cream filled cakes and pretty flowers.
It shall be beauts.
xxxxxx
May 29th. Glasgow. You. Me. Patrick Wolf. Plz. I'll even pay for your train tix if I have to.
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