marieceleste

I need a smack.













I have focus issues.

Note to self: do not expect phonecalls from strangers picked up in clubs, no matter how cute, Irish, and good-in-bed they may be.

I smell, I ache, the last thing I need is a cigarette.

I have decided what I want as my new alias, but some inactive bugger is hogging it. pfft.

I've said it before and I'll say it again...

So bury me in wood
And I will splinter
Bury me in stone
And I will quake
Bury me in water
And I will geyser
Bury me in fire
And Im gonna phoenix

Im gonna phoenix



(I was just thinking, whilst in the bath, about where he got his name from... I like the contradiction in Smog who sings about farms and bird-dogs and colts and rivers but is really just a big bundle of city smog. I was also thinking about myself (of course) being a bundle of contradictions. I like that.