I keep falling asleep everywhere. Next week can't come any sooner.
I'd hope it's a sign of change but now it's summer and everyone will be having their holidays but me.
Jokes on them because I'll be gone by the start of August.
I need to by a huge canvas for next week. And when I say huge, I might go all out with my exaggeration and get a huge one.
I shall call it Burning Streets because it shall be inspired by the song of the same name.
I can only hope it comes out as beautiful as it looks in my head.
Friday, 4 June 2010
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