Sunshine

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More tan, please

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a for amanda. the playlist keeps changing but i do not. i like what i do whatever i always do. dancing in the rain, sucking it up. gimme the sun now, i'l love you to bits.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

poker face. i don't need a picture, i don't need a line. (or maybe i do).
i've captured that visual piece in my head.
imprinted clearly.
very spot.
very line.
in my mind.

oh dear oh dear. my hair shivelled and unkempt. sitting on the bed.
oh dear oh dear, look at my white washed ceiling.
because reality is around.
around the bend, i'm so scared to peek.
but i walked around the bend, in the end.

what is fact. what is black what is blue.