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Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Friday, December 22, 2006

getting away with it all messed up thanks to james

hey..

do you know how much weight a name carries? it's a symbol, a designation, a categorisation that something or someone belongs somewhere. not only for the carrier of the name, but for the caller as well...

when you call someone Mum, you are identifying not only the other, but also yourself in relation to the other...

i never could name you.

i'm getting away with it all messed up. and so are you.

damn it's too bloody cold

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