While you were engulfed in flames, I sat alone listening to Portishead thinking of kites and gravity. Then I thought of hospitality under the influence and realised I like you. I like the way I can lick the bowl and not peer over my shoulder in fear of judgement. I can stick plastic eyes on peanuts and you'll still love me... my company will forever remain like crack to you. Then I heard his voice and I knew all these feelings were nothing but fallacy. Mistakes hidden by a spell check not yet turned on. Lyrics so perfect, so completely satisfactory my adolescent mind could not comprehend. I was then reminded myspace love would never again be the same.
I revamped my profile as a sign of a new beginning, a new me.
There's only so much photoshop can do..
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