on 3.28.04 @ 6:14 p.m.
There are some things about simple sentences that make them so endearing.
"Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home." -Ulysses
Van Gogh's search for the meaning of life and God drove him mad. I am going mad. I love you and hate you and curse the world upon you. By you I mean you, you, you, you, you... You get it don't you?
Where is my camera? I would cry if I lost it. I don't need to explain myself.
Pop, pop, pop. They're going crazy in my mouth. What a peculiar feeling.
I need an eternal sunshine.
You are not my eternal sunshine.
I wish I could write something clever. Something worth reading. Something altogether beautiful.
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