03.04.2004 | 1:38
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
feels better.
fuck !
02.04.2004 | 1:25
I wonder where the junkies go to die
Are you a friend or just some passer by
Cos lately it feels like I might need some time
If you want me
Then you’ve found me
With time out of mind
Lately I’ve wondered how many I’s there are in mine
If this ain’t real then what’s the point in trying
Lately it feels like I might need some time
If you want me
Then you’ve found me
With time out of mind
And darling I wonder how many signs you’ll find tonight
We all know it’s the longest ties that bind
Still lately it feels like I’m on my knees each time
If you want me
Then you’ve found me
With time out of mind
Yeah I’m the nowhere man
And I know I know where I stand
If you want me
Then you’ve found me
With time out of mind
the veils – the nowhere man
01.04.2004 | 21:12
dunno what to do with myself,
i shouldn’t feel that empty
but it’s been long enough now
long enough, long enough.
right.
you won’t come down to rescue me,
no you won’t,
and maybe i should stop falling
in love every month,
maybe, or three times a day
with the same person,
right.
all in all…yeah,
back to work. this post is silly enough
just like me.
right.
01.04.2004 | 0:31
love’s an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt…
that’s a good one…
31.03.2004 | 14:06
