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eggo lingggo.


I heard the old, old, men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters...'



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I'll publish right or wrong.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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why?


Thursday, July 26, 2007

MOS, bloody absofuckinglutely wasted 4hours of my life.
damn it.
M's last clubbin event in Sg didnt turn out the way we wanted it to be.


And there's no cure, and no way to be sure
Why everything's turned inside out
Instilling so much doubt
It makes me so tired - I feel so uninspired
My head is battling with my heart
My logic has been torn apart

I WILL NOT, WILL NOT TURN TO PUTTY.
I REFUSE TO LET MYSELF BE TREATED IN SUCH A MANNER BY MYSELF.



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