emptiness to dwell upon.

I want everything inside of my head to become a reality.

Still slithering by on the low profile. The power only gets up and flowing to check the emails, blogs, and shops.

Everything else can be clumped into sets of commas and witty wording.

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hate job, no skate, blue-jean-obsolete, radiohead dvd, n-y-c, long ass hair, smokes, the black mini book, family love, extensive white top collection, new phone wishes, over-sea bridges, messy floors, baby face, coffee drinking, import loving, mg settle downs, hopeful thinking, letting the ghost give itself up, the summer fucking ending(finally). Out of all of these, I couldn't pick one over the other...well, actually I would really love it if someone would buy me a new setup.

I want NYC, and Spain. That's it. Fuck The US of A.

Playlist-
public enemy - it takes a nation of millions
the shins - chutes too narrow
mt Egypt - perspectives
radiohead - my iron lung

baby girl.