Dragan

.. .. .. .. .. trips a lot, dreams, sings, loudly then quietly and then low, eyes change color, sun is to blame, likes eyebrows, don’t pluck them please, hippie communes were cool, until Charlie came, bastard, football is alright, world’s game, hates politicians but talks about politics passionately, likes reading, that goes with the dreaming, rather forget than forgive, would be a good gypsy but can’t let go of material leeches, loves his age but lives in his twenties, trick of youth, what would you do if I sang out of tune, friends, yeah them youth are good people, family, best picnics, will write seven more novels, when the time comes, when his window looks at the beach and the desk is an old and heavy wooden friend, cries to Disney movies, shit, and that’s why never watches any, likes to be in love, with a wrong person, would be Irish for a week, if you’re still reading this there’s a medal for you at the bottom, believes in life after death and death after life and life after death, so on, different vehicles, was a tree in a previous life, huge forest, long life, and now completely rested to do other things, here on earth to learn how to be selfish and ignorant and hateful but can’t seem to pass the exams, meat before vegetables, blood group 0 negative, will give you blood if you’re sick and need it, can’t stop talking to his alarm clock, bad, love/hate relationship with the moon, never walks on man holes, or any gender holes, bad experience, knows how to be happy but it took a while, and as promised A Medal... --> Copied from MySpace.com --> Find me on MySpace and be my friend!