It’s funny how the sky flashed with setting sun or rather lashed to blushing kissed like yes can please and bring a smile even to the most wasted lives and here I am in my room rearranged and cleaned with records playing off beautiful old folk and grumbling in the vinyl and all of it itching with her love ah well I suppose I should go and finish the job clean my clothes what a funny night last night me and becky burst into song singing harmonic and beautiful and I just lay with my eyes closed singing out my youth to the room hah what the fuck they must think me so odd oh well I am amongst friends they can take it
5:10pm 26th Jan '08
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