the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll be lost again: send me a postcard if you get that far.


Thursday, 22 April 2010

Neljapäev.

Te kõik olete hulluuuuud!

Suck in a closed circle, passing the same stone over and over again.
And still feeling kinda bittersweet.

Ugh.

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