late night wonders of the world

she stumbled, substituted door for chord and it was beautiful... while she sang between teeth, and tried to find the next one to fit fingers over...

we got lots of time

nobody makes us wait

taking about dreams, nothing that we can see...

these days are ours,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

one of my most beautful friends in the place that i'm from sent me a song, and i hope that she reads this so that she knows that it cam so beauitfully at a time when i felt like falling, and just the sound of her singing how she missed me came through strong, and made me feel like... "people are just people, yes people are just people like you."
and that i can do it...
love you too much sweet little thing x

it always seems to be at this time when there is a guitar singing that makes me want to put something in this 'watch this space'

happy feet give you crazy shoes banana!
no rain...

most of the time it's ok... some of the time

she signs everything with a kiss...

One last one

and then it wil linger...
It's ok if you don't it was just a question, only if you were gonna find it in the first place, and then that was something familiar... melting down into the sea. Who was gonna say first about the waxy wings, and the higher notes that he tried to reach...

who's gonna sing this one then?

tripped out decked out, out of everything and looking back... just to watch in horror at the fall.
(this is all you)
the fall that the history books will say that was always gonna come... only some sort of cassandra could see it at the time.
(no this can't happen to me?)

tripple distilled in silence...

was that a note sung or just a cry of agony...
(espectialy when you look up for a second and see the faces, and not the progreesion for them to get there)

really it was no-one, i can't even believe that someone would think that there was anything that was burried in there... maybe we just read one line out of twenty, the slightly one that seemed to hint at something.... don't worry, no-one will understand this if you said... just for you...
just for anything thing that anyone would think...

that was so real...
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thwack!

I am bored, I am at work...

Everyone is on the january come down and i carry an umbrella where ever i go.

if you need to call a taxi this is the number to call:-
01315521777

There's a DVD for the magic far away tree here... and shinny...

You sing

but then there was the one that called out to the heavens and decided for nothing more that this that he saw would be real and be able to touch... never for the first time .... never as if it were the only one.... and the kinda of sense that it made in his head before it was stolen but the constraints of words... he knew it then, he could see everything in the bottom of what it was to him, to them and the truth about the difference... for a second hands weren't that cold anymore, just spiked by the wind, just removed from him slightly. there was A GLOVE on one of the pickets... looked like it could move and point you in the way that it was pointing, neither telling the truth or a lie.
and then some kinda click, a snap and a stop. kiddies dreams that we toy with, about finding glasses, smoothed by the ocean... something about her face made it seem like she should have been wearing them, like they were missing from her faced in the first place, not for the full look of black rimmed glasses or for her poetry night for her to project everyones awareness to the fact that they were there and she would never take them off in that slight quick slide to one way when she was making a point. that they would just be there.
it's just that they looked like the would make her face whole.
a little less hole.
you looked like a little chapter distinction could play a positive role in you life... a positive step to a healthier you, its the first of twelve.

there is this thing thats like fucking except you don't fuck


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