12:08 a.m. - 08.26.03 - intimate behavior

your lovely words became a sullen memory. full of weird silence and little bits of tired eyes. a random number stuck in there with question marks.

once upon a time, there must've been a dream. then suddenly a realization. one that is not so far seen from the truth, that you never always get what you want, and when it comes down to it, nothing is as it seems.

a hugely rewarding atmosphere... when you can't tell which way is down. everybody's screaming but when you're seein' things, nothing feels like good bye.

the road is sour - straight ahead. find your way down the street and take a left, then get lost somewhere in the middle. never find your way back and dont look in your mirrors. no changing lanes. just fuckin go

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