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Sleight of fate And borrowed clothes Songs of places No one knows Draped in lace we all lean over To greet the great It's time

Sunday, 28 January 2007

Entry No. 13 - Giddy.

I got hit by an epiphany. In the toilet.
The wonders of going to the toilet.
I hate blogger. It chooses not remember me.
I cannot sleep again.
I've gotten to be pretty good friends with insomnia.

' You left your smell, you left your taste
You left me here with my mistakes'

This particular phrase rings true till now.
Posted by the religous zealot at 23:41

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    • ▼  January (20)
      • Entry No. 15 - The life of someone with no life. :)
      • Entry No. 15 - Absolute boredom.
      • Ok, not frustrated already. :)Who am i kidding?
      • Fuck the titles.
      • Entry No. 14 - No need title lah.
      • Entry No. 13 - Giddy.
      • Entry No. 12 - Attempting to satisfy an empty inside.
      • Entry No. 11 - Say cheese.
      • Entry No. 10b - Self-explanatory.
      • Entry No. 10 - Eyeballs that jump in their sockets.
      • Entry No. 9 - Blank.
      • Entry No. 8 - Meet your meat.
      • Entry No. 7 - Waxing lyrical gets boring.
      • Entry No. 6 - Gotta catch 'em all.
      • Entry No. 5b - After - Aftermath.
      • Entry No. 5a - Walls. Not the ice cream you buffoon.
      • Entry No. 4 - The Autumn Effect
      • Entry No.3 - Where did 2 go?
      • Entry No. 1a - Interesting.
      • Entry No.1 - Introduction

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