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confessions of a dinner whore

Friday, May 11, 2007

i'm just a copy machine

i fully assimilated 'evacuational' vocabulary and every now and then, out of the blue, i interject an exclamation 'amara,' or say that something is 'amarish.' synonym for shit.
surrounding frustration, i get highly irritated when others become so seriously worried with things; not being pretentious that there are more important matters, it's just that there's so much unnecessary fuss, unneeded endeavour, too many words said too emotionally.
and the only thing that comes to my mind is 'fuck.'

[how literary of me]
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nina persson's guest apperance at manic street preachers' new album!
and 'indian summer,' oh, what a song!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

guess we found the same song the best

6:33 PM  

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