Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The restless days. I find myself making plans to run away. And I thought it was just another idea for the cloud counting days.
We're all a bunch of young punks. In our own ways.
It's not about getting myself killed. End of the day, I'll still be smirking. Ah, the sweet smell of '79.
led zeppelin ~ wearing and tearing
6:39:00 PM;
