How can a few words in a white box make one feel real again? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- March 8th Things, getting to me again. Not anything in particular. Just the little things that niggle me, all group together and build a big wall. One that even though is made up of little bricks has been covered by one thick layer of plaster so that it is harder to break than just taking the bottom bricks. Ahhh metaphors,fucking things. My rooms always tidy when I need to break the wall though! Always a posivtive to every negative. Where Is He? 11:58 pm - 08.03.2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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