?¥?3?head> we slow down

2003-02-11
1:47 p.m.

I poked my eye with my finger

Why can't you just fucking disappear? I don't want you to exist to me, I don't want to remember your stories word for word and I don't want to know exactly what you'd say to this. I preferred the ideal.

That's all for now. I'm too busy for this bullshit.

lying on the ground

there you go my friends - 2003-04-20
huh. - 2003-04-14
the way - 2003-04-13
i am watching you - 2003-04-11
you walked away from us - 2003-04-11

sixty to zero

look at that day / dropping away / hear the traffic