vj288
not actually Fiona Apple
That's what I was thinking.
How are you feeling?
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That's what I was thinking.
You do know saying "don't ask" only builds curiosity, right? And when built one must ask: are you still able to speak clearly?
Meowza
Active member
OMG TUNA! Where's mine then?
lunaticbinge
Well-known member
No, **** does not equal tuna. Oddly enough, tuna does equal ****.
Oh, wow, your good. What does **** equal?
BlueDays
1
It probably tastes like ****.
vj288
not actually Fiona Apple
EscapeArtist
Well-known member
^^ Oi =[ Just try to remember what life is.... Without the illusions, the games, without what is completely unnecessary like money, status...Life is food, clothing, shelter, and people. What's important is your health, and your necessities. Life. You're alive.
vj288
not actually Fiona Apple
It could be *********, but It could also be *#$@*&%!
EscapeArtist
Well-known member
Ever since I moved houses/towns, I've been feeling like absolute ****.
I remember staying up into the cold, quiet dawn in that big empty, open, bare shell of a shelter. Standing on the deck, which was perched so high above all the rest of the lower mainland that the trees hid all the housing. Looking down it just looked like one huge bush, mountains surrounding the bay of water while the sun rose. Tracing the dew out on the big old creaky deck while watching the sun rise with a cup of tea... It could fix any bad night or day.
And then now, staying up until dawn consists of the noisy welcome of a busy road and gasoline fumes. The feeling of life as a suffocation.
So I feeeeeeeeeel... I feeeeeel.. at a loss. Took that place for damn granted
I remember staying up into the cold, quiet dawn in that big empty, open, bare shell of a shelter. Standing on the deck, which was perched so high above all the rest of the lower mainland that the trees hid all the housing. Looking down it just looked like one huge bush, mountains surrounding the bay of water while the sun rose. Tracing the dew out on the big old creaky deck while watching the sun rise with a cup of tea... It could fix any bad night or day.
And then now, staying up until dawn consists of the noisy welcome of a busy road and gasoline fumes. The feeling of life as a suffocation.
So I feeeeeeeeeel... I feeeeeel.. at a loss. Took that place for damn granted
I feel like making a cup of tea and watching Ghost in the Shell instead of going to work.