One hundred and fiftythree days ago
Date: Aug 5th, 2008 6:16:52 am - Subscribe
No guitar, no cigar, no pic-charr, baby let me drive your car. Somehow we never met.
A year ago next monday. And the fabulous dress never made it out of the closet.
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Eighty-three days ago
Date: May 27th, 2008 9:12:35 am - Subscribe
I thought I'd start over. I'm in Stockholm. I'm on the eighth floor, and the elevator's not working. The office tries its hardest not to fall asleep and I hear: "It's like when you're scooping for ice cream, and you want to get to the bottom."
My hair is growing long, would you recognize me?
I bought a new book, I thought I'd start over.
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