Friday, June 15, 2012

Cape Town

When I die (which is inevitable) you can bury me like this.

Or burn me and scatter my ashes in the fantasy isle.

Oops, morbid.

Well, I actually don't care.

Sometimes all I care about, the only thing that is constant and unwavering and unfathomable to some is the satisfaction of turning the page to devour more words. 

Well, this post was pretentious


Well, because fuck you, that's why.

(yep, definitely pretentious now)

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