Listening to: Marilyn Manson - The Golden Age of Grotesque - Doll Dagga Buzz Buzz Ziggity Zagg
What a day. I feel fine. Happy, maybe. I really want someone to talk to, though.. Oh well. I've got nothing to complain about. I've been trying to find something to do on Gaia since everyone seems to be MIA. I haven't talked to Zo in a long time. I hope she's okay. Anywho... Moose. Cheese. Spork. Flying banana. The End.
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Softly, now..
When I was a little boy, I dreamed of a star.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
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