English Summer Rain.
Today is: Jul 3rd, 2009 1:38:11 pm - Subscribe
It always stays the same.
For a change. I'm not in the basement, stay the fuck away.
Had my music playing on Random. Isn't strange how a song can mirror your every thought.
Or perhaps its just your subconsious that snuggles the peices together like a childs floor puzzle.
I am tired. Too many things that need my thoughts, or intentions. I would like to whisked off my feet, anytime now, really.
Someday my Prince will come?
Someday my bills will be paid.
More likely, yes.
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