The Musings Of Miss T
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Perfection.
- byroniceye -: ellipses
hey doll
i’m writing you from outer space
the only place i feel at home with my wrong worded overtures
and systematic bad timing.
i’ve always chosen the greater of two evils
bore left when i might have gone right.
the view is nice; you’d like it here.
there’s only a highway
between me and…
“This is an old school jam, I am dropping knowledge like Plato.” :)
Amazingly awesome!
Tenuous (ft. Jody Quine)
Sleepthief
He steps away from the door even as she locks it with a light laugh woodenly muffled; he might as well be a world away before he even starts his car. He dreads the trip home. He is filled with desperate and ridiculous notions, how he’ll go back, ring the bell—and in a magical discourse from the movies declare love and meaning, gravity and purpose, and everything a girl wants to hear from anyone besides him. But no. There is no path through the funhouse mirror-maze of her heart, but back the way he came: chastened, ashamed, jealous, disconcerted, all the cursed spectrum of boyish despair. The drive is long and full of sharp broken hopes, abandoned futures. How could he have ever thought…? he winces mightily, and often.
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