Wednesday, August 11, 2010

It seems this game is simply never ending


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The Strokes - The Modern Age

Like most mornings the driver's seat of the car is cold enough to produce a whole body shiver and the colour of the sky (grey, white) is not important and ignored. Turning over our conversations doesn't thrill me anymore and I'm suddenly scared stiff and have a horrible feeling that I've made a comment I can't take back and I've never been more aware of the cavity of my chest. I'm dazzled and frightened by you daily but in the interests of being an adult and having adult conversations and not not talking about anything that is remotely important---- Because mainly I'm just sick of waking up in the morning feeling like I was put together wrong.

[Is This It]

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