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Communication is a fallacy

Sun Apr 19, 2009, 7:42 AM
There's a chair in my head on which I used to sit
Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it

Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, throw it at me
Dig it up, throw it at me

Where can I run to, where can I hide?
Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind?

Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear
To cut out words I've got written on my chair

Like do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?

Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so


~K's Choice

Noticed I passed the 10,000 mark a few days ago :party:

  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Later...with Jools Holland
  • Reading: T.S.Eliot
  • Watching: Battlestart Galactica
  • Playing: my guitar finally has a name :)
  • Drinking: water

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:iconailoura-aithe:
dankjewel :)

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Would you like me to lie to you now?
:iconalternative-plan:
Dank jewel. Sounds like a metal band x
:iconailoura-aithe:
the journal title? :giggle:

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Would you like me to lie to you now?
:iconiorhaelwen:
:dance: :strip:

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try so hard to make the pieces all fit
smash it apart just for the fuck of it

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