Would Uychich me in the face please

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHaahahaAAAAHHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHH

i        g o t t a       g o 

Skeleton 

It's always the same dream. I'm wondering, naked, in this strange maze of hallways when I feel this creeping sense of impending doom, like something terrible is about to happen. -Kaboom 2010

When I’m older, and I have my own place, it’s going to be beautiful. I will paint pictures straight onto the walls and have a big double bed with velvet covers. I won’t have much stuff but what I will have will be beautiful and old and strong. I’ll have lots of books about the place: on tables, stacked against the walls, in tall tottering piles. Some will be open because I’ll be in the middle of reading them. I’ll have friends round and we’ll stay up late smoking and playing poker and drinking whisky, sitting on sheepskins on the floor with candles stuck in wine bottles all around the room. I’ll have a big desk littered with papers and drawings and starts of novels. I’ll drink red wine and fresh ground coffee and I’ll eat cheese and grapes and I’ll make the best chocolate orange cake you’ll have ever had. I’ll have an open fire and roast chestnuts and make mulled wine on it. I’ll have a massive tub in the middle of the bathroom and I’ll read in the bath and no one will care if I accidentally drop the books in the water. I’ll sing as out of time as I like and I’ll dance on my big oak floor and I’ll have an old grammar phone so I can play my music as loud as I want.

People true love does exist, maybe sometimes it gets lost amongst all our everyday bullshit. And maybe sometimes it dies and people are left all alone. But it's out there and it's wonderful.