Is she aware that you want her cosmetics and books??
I guess my secret is out now!
Is she aware that you want her cosmetics and books??
You hungover today mate?
So out of everything in the entire world, thats all you want?
I honestly don't want anything. My guesstimates of that thinking are that i simply can't remember what i liked or disliked specifically (other than Uncle Spielberg's dunceworthy eponymously-loving film judgements). Of course i sort of silently hope that as time continues to pass, the clocks and watches' ticks so inaparent as mobiles' heady beeps and bleeting humans screams so high above them, that i'll find what burnt so headily before my head was burnt and temporarily fragmented. I'd like to wake in the morning and not question my health, mentally examining my every move to see if my right-side has fully returned to it's obedient, but sometimes testing home. I get the idea that when that arrives i'll just be "normal", "one of the guys", "that guy who says silly things and sounds gay", and that i could care for someone else and their concerns.
So i suppose that'll be a good day perhaps not that far off. Then, of course, the dreams will expand a touch and change wholeheartedly with open eyes and fists tattooed with who is next on my agenda. Until then i'm too blind and encased to see.
I want what MB's drinking.
Failing that: to travel as extensively as possible, experience as much as I can (within the confines of my lazy soul), see good times for The Seagulls, continue to enjoy good, good films, music, company and love.
of course can see u in the movieOh, and to see meself on screen in the Tintin movie, of course.
of course can see u in the movie