i ashed on my couch i could be more profound

Twenty-four seven twenty five today. This oh too familiar thing could go either way. A new Paul Smith store opened on Fourth Avenue today and a guy named Paul works there - he’s from Manchester. I could reference a pile of applicable jargon, but I haven’t watched ‘stenders in ages and pretty much lost touch with reality in general. He went to watch the game on PVR I came home to blog. The topic of conversation was enlightening when I listened. He has one sister, two brothers, I had a rabbit but none of that is really worth mentioning when you take into account what a Saturday evening is supposed to be. "Now he only eats guitars." Not every Blondie song is great, I’d still give anything to look like Debbie though. “One way or another…” She’s almost ready to give up, life goes on and what a thrill it is when you’re paying attention. Twenty five views and apparently her balcony is untidy even though she reorganised everything two weekends ago. I’m done reading people, I’m one too and fuck knows what I’m on about most of the time. If I could stay up for three days in a row without caving I’d probably go pick up a couple of red tops too. I’ve been to Berlin and often I have nothing to say. Come back to me, let’s just shove ourselves back together and get it over with. We never knew nothing of love, but you were the fork stuck to my spoon. Eventually defiance carried us through and I’m ready to be put back together. The pain in your soul is the same as the one down in mine. Come back. I've always been a sucker for a love song.