every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
A rush of blood to the head. It was cold blooded and totally uncharacteristic but he had it coming. Even if i do regret it a bit, at the very same time, I feel a perverse sense of satisfaction. Don't mess with me, I am a poison shrimp.
posted by Mr Brightside at 10:18 PM
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