random

because ya can’t go back because ya can’t go back because ya can’t go back because ya can’t go back because
you
can’t
go
back

it doesn’t mean anything, is just in my head.
whispers in my left ear, constantly asking people nearby, “did you say something?”

but just stay poorly, poorly, poorly asleep

no flash photography
no parking anytime

watched 25th Hour, which was barely okay.

dull

I just generally feel dull.

my favourite founds:
image is decay
!

thank you for saying yes

my bott keeps logs of people, only i’ve never really read them because it’s hard, so I wrote a script to unhard it gosh, they are funny. (sorry, the bott & its loggs are no longer available).
I deleted all the boring ones.

i’ve been working on something, today and yesterday, but it is a secret. so i’ve nothing to say. 🙂