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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... ~.~

Monday, January 15, 2007

tick tock tick tock goes the clock

i feel like orlando
sleep is evil

i dreamt that i died
but before that i stole a lot of books
unknowingly
and met a handsome but balding prince of a guy
so it was unfortunate
that so soon after our meeting
we had to say a final goodbye

somehow it didn't make me sad
instead it turned me blonde
...?

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