Thursday, 21 May 2009

"give me something to stop the blee-ding."

I am staring out into Swansea bay and listening to the Jesus Lizard sing ostensibly not-about-tampons, but who knows.

Jen: You're allowed to be a mess sometimes.
Keiran: . . . yeah, you're a twenty-something poet who works in a bad pub. You should get an award just for not being on fire.

sigh. still.

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