When all the punch has being drunk, you hold your face in your hands. As you stand there cold you are all right but you caught a glimpse of sobriety.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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- Bound to the Band.
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- Be poetic and keep in mind.
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- Cold tea
- My idea of Europe
- A blank notebook
- Raveonettes
- For the love of Oscar
- And then it came
- A life long full of youthful spirit and debauchery.
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