You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea. Another city shall be found better than this. Each one of my endeavors is condemned by fate; my heart lies buried like a corpse. How long in this disintegration can the mind remain. Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I gaze, I see here only the black ruins of my life where I have spent so many years, and ruined and wrecked myself." New places you shall never find, you'll not find other seas. The city still shall follow you. You'll wander still in the same streets, you'll roam in the same neighborhoods, in these same houses you'll turn gray. You'll always arrive at this same city. Don't hope for somewhere else; no ship for you exists, no road exists. Just as you've ruined your life here, in this small corner of earth, you've wrecked it now the whole world through.Red Wine; The old, the dear and the good. Guyliner is tops. Aramis Lab Series, Clinique and Clarins. Gin and tonic is best served strong with lime, lots of large ice cubes and optimally, using Sapphire or Tanqueray, Number 10, if you have it. Gordon's is passable. Vickers is not. Carpet is a bit icky. All the time. Long curtains are dandy. I don't mind if they pool on the floor (can apply to many things/people/substances). Skating is my activity of choice of an afternoon or late evening if nothing more intimate is going. Carbon steel rusts, but if well maintained, will cut like a motherbitch. Biting. I like my belt. If you know me, you know the one. Actually, i like all my belts. The stars shine brightest in the hills. The air is also fresher and the memories come on more strongly. I should attend more deceased estates so that I can one day have a respectable one of my own. My lover is the best and the worst thing. Ever. She's also the only thing and the real thing. I don't paint my thumbnails. I can't drink black tea for fear of vomiting. I have annual obsessions with preserves and chutneys. I rearrange rooms with fanatical zeal. Regularly. Soft toys and animals make me sad. Verboden Vrucht. Humans under 12 usually offend me more than older humans, but not by much. I hopefully smell like Gucci Rush, Tom Ford, Armani Code, CK Obsession and Shiseido Man. Single malts are too expensive in Australia, but i'll smash them when i can get my grubby mits on them. A hobo stole our couch cushions. I'm too short for most things. I like black pens. I enjoy riffling through Tim and Adam's fashion magazine collection at any opportunity. I have been known to get a bit Pete Doherty on occasion. I have also been known in more distant times, to get a bit Marilyn Manson. I fiddle with my stereo more than is healthy. I own too many mp3s and too few CDs and LPs. I can't take the heat. My two leather jackets seem innumerable. Shopping was better in Osaka. I can't think of anything to say. I don't care. I'm disaffected with post-graduate education. I am not musical. (I abuse parentheses, sometimes mercilessly. I am a hypocrite. The Lobethal bakery still makes the best poppy seed buns. I want to live in Sweden. I don't want to live in Japan again, but i miss it. Crystal glasses are wonderful. So are band t-shirts. I really like a book called "What Food is That? & How Healthy is It?". I scratch my head more than necessary. I have selectively loose morals and purposely tight pants, (occasionally. A man lived in my cupboard for two months once. I used to bear more than a passing resembleance to Halloweencore goth.
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