Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune
The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of
a twenty-6-year-old grad student
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Self, why are you mourning?
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
over smashed human bones
--
First of the Gang to Die, Morrissey
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