mlia.
oh well.
something will happen sometime.


electric thingI'm made of bits of song and paperclips Whalespeak and stars and a touch of magic. Sprinkled with sugar and a lot more of sea salt, We are never quite empty but never quite whole.electric thing
It was well-meaning but useless in the end.
I have subculture reflected in my eyes and windmills stuck in my teeth. And as the lights go out (as fireflies are apt to do),
All I can say is (with faerie dust on my tongue): "There is sugarcane under my skin and stories under your shoes." I wish it could've been more-we were the story of the year. (If you mean the kind that sits on bookshelves an


nonsenseDont lose hope, no, dont you ever lose hope. Nonsense pretense is the basis and as we swim, We sail, and dont you think otherwise. Of grey seaside eyesnonsense
And sick hightide cries And I think: As were moving Were losing And getting ahead
Just to trip over achievements; Broken legs for broken dreams. And though, yes, we never lose hope.
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