photographs & delusion
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
sunny wed-nes-day, home alone
My ear is killing me. My hair is soft. I smell like mum's perfume. I want to play Sims. There are things in the way. Things in the way of everything. I think I'll light some incense and dig out my record player.
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