- Someday, I'll go to bed dirty and wake up clean.
- I miss being enjoyed.
- If you left in a blaze of glory, you can never go back.
- I still smile, I just haven't meant it in a while.
"I wrote you these letters in my pocket, but they're torn. Cause the critic killed the artist before he was born." - Jay Buchanan
"I wrote you these letters in my pocket, but they're torn. Cause the critic killed the artist before he was born." - Jay Buchanan
1 comment:
Hey Sugar, thanks for your comment about Fellowship being teh Christian F Word. I love your random lines. I haven't yet read what upheaval you've been through, so I'll read on. I went through one of those years. I called mine, the Middle Class White Girl's Dark Night of the Soul. AT the time it just felt like hell. And it was the best thing that happened to me.
So I'll read more of your blog. Glad to have discovered it....
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