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.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. eyes can smile 2005-03-04 2:05 am I swig Jager out of the bottle. I wonder what it is that I really live for. I listen to soft acoustic music. I smile at well-used words. I buy favourite films in collector's cases. I receive stunted spurts of writing inspiration. I leech to intelligent customers like a lamprey. I sleep too long and too still. I wake when it's cloudy. I cherish extreme situations. I press my high-heeled foot to the pedal past midnight. I wear jeans and wish for something I can't quite place. Something sentient, perhaps, but not anxious or predictable or stale or worried, just calm like a smile and softer than metal. |