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welcome note :
let's speed up in a desolate highway.
notes :
yeah.. fuck it up, fuckers..
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the wanderer is
a female species. late 20's. fifth dimension.
quirky. grotesque. wayward. peculiar.
fiercely independent, tenaciously cynical, brutally realistic, and sometimes even paranoid.
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
back to the old house, we never will.. @ 8:10 PM
EPILOGUE T : "is this it ? you're.. you're mine" S : "i did my best for you, but we can not cling to the old dreams anymore.." T : "under the bridge we kissed.." S : "and although i ended up with sore lips, it just wasn't like the old days anymore" T : "we've been through hell and high tide and yet heavy words are so lightly thrown by you" S : "too freely on my lips, words prematurely sad" T : "i've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine" S : "well, i wonder, do you hear me when pass ? i half-die." T : "i started something and now i'm not too sure" S : "In the days when you were hopelessly poor, i just liked you more" T : "we belong to the lights" S : "boy in a million, king of your age" T : "this one's different, because it's us" S : "who do you turn to when you're backstage ? " T : "how near you stand to me ?" S : "what difference does it make ?" T : "she's too rough and i'm too delicate" S : "i know that, vivid and in your prime, you will leave me behind" T : "you can kick me, you can punch me and you can break my face. But you wont change the way i feel because i love you" S : "And love is just a miserable lie. What do we get for our trouble and pain ?" T : "i'm sorry, for destroying our flower-like life" S : "no more apologies, im too tired, so very tired. And im feeling very sick and ill today, but i'm still fond of you. T : "10 full years of our lives on the trail, we should just start again" S : "There's something against us, it's not time. Please stay with your kind and i'll stay with mine. So Goodbye..." |
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