So much angst I spill all over this place, it's soaked in a dark, sticky concentrate of gloom that has the consistency of tar and the temperament of quicksand. It rained last night, and the most dramatic "all is full of love" moment was had. If only it rained every time I wished for it to. Every time I needed it to.
For everything else, there's The Clash. Sheer bad-ass brilliance.
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"If only it rained every time I wished for it to. Every time I needed it to."
They would make temples in your name, right after they crucify you. You should be more careful with what you wish for. ;-)
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