Sunday, November 30, 2008

Cellar Door

This fella once said to me, "I'm getting butterflies by just thinking of tomorrow."
And I replied, "I look forward to seeing you too."


[Marla McGee]

I spent the last few nights speaking to myself; rehearsing conversations we'll never have. Sometimes I think you're a dream, merely a figment of my desiring imagination; all because of our lack of communication. I've written you songs and letters which I'll never have the guts to give to you.

[Joe Bloggs]
I wonder if she ever thinks of me.
I've got no chance.

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I feel deprived of beautiful, beautiful sleep.
Such fictional writing will be continued, stay tuned.
Heinrich Maneuver by Interpol

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