Saturday, September 12, 2009

All of these dreams are yours to conceal.

Tunes in my head: All Of These Dreams by Phish
Atmosphere: Trying to regain breath.

I should totally become a pizza boy...and Kristy owes me a tenner.

Tonight was a good night. Fucked up movies, fucked up people, fucked up place. (YEAH GO BLACKTOWN)

And yet, despite this, or even because of it, it was an amazing night. Because of the general weirdness of the place, it was just a good night.

And yet the void is still there.

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