A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Fucking Fickle
Ugh, fuck this dreary mood!Annnnddd I'm over it! Bright mood mode initiated and prepared for launch, and it's Friday lovers. Woooooo. (: (seriously, sometimes this strong will/mind power thing I have certainly has its advantages)
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