the only thing we have in common any more is that we both wear safety pins in our ears

hello again. the patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal.
i don't have time to say all the marvellous things that i want to say. nor do i have interesting philosophical anecdotes on jelly. nor cryptic poems about love n life. but yes. i am here. evening all. no on is online. i am hoping this is not because everyone is busy revising. on the contrary, it is clearly because evrybody is watching the documentary on pete doherty, my darling libertine. and drinking gin in teacups obviously. i found this poem that i wrote when i was 14. it said "you stole my heart and ripped my shoes". (the rest was kind of shite. i might re write it. i'm not convinced that "stir my camomile tea, baby" is that reflective any more. damn. then there was something about "scuffed trainers and frozen shadows". hahaha not quite pete doherty as of yet.)
i also found this fantastic charlie brown cartoon. the girl with the curly hair says "the world is filled with trouble! I DEMAND TO SEE THE HEAD BEAGLE!" then she approaches snoopy and returns miserable saying "the head beagle is not seeing anyone today". damn, this cartoon is so much better when it's not described the long winded way by some crazy hysterical redhead who should be revising.
i've seen your frown and it's like looking down the barrell of a gun.
oh that your frowns could teach my smiles such skill!
crazy, crazy frowning references.
cashing, burning. i'm very very fucked up at the moment.
everybody send comments.
HAPPINESS IS GWEN-SHAPED.
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(a few too many kisses there. sorry.)