romanticised .2 . where did we go , again ? where have we been going and where is it all taking us ? i don't know how to feel as most importantly i don't know how to say no .
3 . this is redundant but oh how it applies . to both of you . and i'm sorry for this . i am fickle with friendships , and if there was an Urban Dictionary term for me it would be a friendship whore . but whores spend time in the gutter , get a few diseases , see and doctor and then clean the fuck up, right ? be patient with me , fair continent . i love you and you mean a lot to me , never forget that .
4 . it's still here . i'm sorry .
5 . i am in love with you . i want to spend the rest of my life with you . please don't ever let go .
6 . you helped me survive three years of my life . it's not going anywhere , even if the odds are against it . i love you . good bye .
Yearning
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meet your meat
I hope this reply doesn't trip you out as much as your comment did me. To begin with I don't think I've used this account for at least a year. So please don't be offended by my inpunctuality. I'd actually all but forgot about it until tonight when I was trying to find some other profile I'd made somewhere else on this vast and expansive Internet by googling my name. It was for a crew wanted forum, I've been hell bent on the idea of sailing to New Caledonia over the last couple of months. I am almost certain I know who you are too... which is a good thing (how could I forget Littleroom's two biggest fans) and assuming you are who I think you are I'll continue.
You've missed me at school, that's sweet, I've missed that school. I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. It says (you say) your going to UNSW for art camp, I went to art camp but at the National Art School way back in year 11. Does that mean your in Year 11 now? If it is anything like the course I did in Darlinghurst you'll have the time of your fucking life. You're still singing yeah? I wasn't really, for a while, but I just bought a fucking expensive Martin DCME though, completely on impulse, and in doing so I think I am obliged to get back into it.
I've always had this inner turmoil though that music was just some deathly distraction from visual arts which I guess I always saw as my true calling, even though I'm a lot worse practiced at and disciplined with it. Now I'm not sure if I'm meant to do either. Maybe i'll just sustain my creativity with the sticky soul food of reading Charles Bukowski novels in french and trying to solve cryptic crosswords. I decided to roll with Solar Engineering at UNSW after taking last year off to hitchhike around the Canadian American border. I think I'm failing and I think that's where all this artistic disdain is coming from. If you are in year eleven now (which seems crazy because you and Danielle? seemed so young in 2007 ( no offence)) who's you art teacher? Ms Gilbertson. For your sake I hope so. I should really go and visit her.
Well I'm off. I hope this reply isn't too long or too out of the blue.
Yours Sincerely,
Bligh Twyford-Moore.
PS If you want to write back and for me to read it within the next 18 months I'd probably try email. THEQUICKPRAWN@GMAIL.COM
PPS I noticed your favourite author. You won't believe it but 'strange coincidence' he's my brother.
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Son ırmak kuruduğunda, son ağaç yok olduğunda,son balık öldüğünde;
beyaz adam paranın yenmeyen bir şey olduğunu anlayacak.
<3
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i don't do drugs. iam drugs
Its YOU *GASPS*
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i don't do drugs. iam drugs
ahem .
that was my attempt at transferring warbling excitement into text
xo
AWESOME.
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i don't do drugs. iam drugs
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i love YOU .
But that's besides the point.
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