She's not a girl who misses much.
Green lights and a first gear that doesn't work.
Talk of discontent.
Who are we to speak as if we know?
They still have one hour to drive and a border to cross.
Will the conversation be further pursued?
... . .. . ..... ..
To speak with people late at night is what makes living worthwhile.
Green lights and a first gear that doesn't work.Talk of discontent.
Who are we to speak as if we know?
They still have one hour to drive and a border to cross.
Will the conversation be further pursued?
... . .. . ..... ..
To speak with people late at night is what makes living worthwhile.
posted by Kristina at 01:21
3 Comments:
success.
I love you,
i couldnt agree more. will we ever walk on to look for america?....woops, that reminds me of a song. yes, i feel one coming...
"i said be careful his bowtie is really a camera. toss me a cigarette, i think there's one in my raincoat...we smoked the last one an hour ago. so i looked at the scenery, she read her magazine...and we rose over and open field."
i miss you loads and loads.
mel
shititty brickety i keep meaning to call you. I'm really just waiting for that great moment where I know i'll be open...and i was working on something to mail you. Beeettter watch the skys for that sucker because I just can't be sure it'll ever arrive. I hope in Heaven there's a room you can check out filled with mail that never arrived to you.
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