abt

; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Tuesday 20 July 2010

jtan is old






quaint.

this looks so much like we sat down to an extravagant dinner at a three michelin star restaurant on the top floor of a hotel overlooking the twinkling city skyline. unfortunately, life is not quite so grand. we were at a smoky club where i got bounced out at first and had to sneak in with a pre-pubescent boy who had more connections than me.

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