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What exactly is the entree going to be?
I'm sick of waiting.
Fancy shmancy.
We don't need nice things in order to survive.
"Popcorn prayer, WHAAAAAAAAT?"
Sonic,
off,
Pacific Overtures mainly,
fun fun fun,
an exclamation,
a rumour.
you're a loss.
you're a massive loss. even though you're still here, you're not here.
you're one thousand and sixty fucking miles away, and i'm lost without you.
i'm scared that some little blonde girl is going to be charmed by your curly red hair and your worn wool sweaters, and one day you'll hold her hand and realize that you don't love me anymore.
that would be a loss.
a loss greater than anything i can fathom.
Loss is a tricky thing;
because sometimes it can actually be a good thing.
And you wonder- how can something be good if it leaves a gaping hole in your heart, if it impairs you from feeling anything lovely anymore?
Sometimes it's for the better, and nothing sucks more than having to admit that to yourself.
Carnival is a happy word.
I have nothing happy to feel, to say, to think, or to do today.
Therefore, this word means nothing to me.
Maybe tomorrow.
It's been a festival.
Kind of like a big giant never ending party, where everyone is invited and it's all fun and games and no one thinks to realize that the end has to come at some point, so we all just continue to live on in oblivion.
And now we're here. We have two days and
it's over,
and we're never going to have a second shot at it all.
Obviously, the first thing that pops into my mind is Sondheim's "Into the Woods" with "I wish to go to the festival!" repeated over
and over
and over
until I want to die a little bit.
Platinum hair, platinum album.
I used to want to dye my hair platinum and put a giant blue streak in it.
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