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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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4th July
The waiting game.
I slouch in my bucket Seat.
I listen to Michael's wanna be Starting something on ninety-five.
I'm glad I went for the dinner, and I believe its all self induced.
I notice the stacks of tomorrow's papers piling really high up.
An unoccupied taxi passes by.
My rear window's fogging up.

29 July
I look at the passer bys
The ferry's rumbling from afar
Someone's nokia rang a tune
The distant clouds are getting darker
I sit and wait
I sit and wait