red wine drunk.
looking for stolen kisses in back alleys. finding none.
wanna go for a cup of tea, sometime?
i love nights that turn into endless conversation. and i walk home along saskatchewan drive singing along (outloud) to songs i barely know the words to. cabbies don't stop unless you flag them down.
somehow i'm not tired. contentedness isn't exhaustion and tomorrow i will ache.
c'est la vie when austrialians are involved.
come visit me? please...
m.
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"there is no beautifier of complexion or form or behaviour like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us" -ralph waldo emerson
About Me
who?
- a textured self
- forget the superego i'm the super it
- four thousand feet and still falling
- half-doubting thomas
- i have a crush on you
- i masturbate and you should too
- invincible summer
- julia's radio
- lost socks need love too
- love and other indoor sports
- on the corner
- pseudo psyence
- spoonman
- the acoustic prophet
- the radio dial
- waving at satellites
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