| if my psyche were to be squished into some words... |
[Dec. 27th, 2008|11:00 pm] |
...this might be what I'd look like:
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." Jack Kerouac |
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