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friends are bubbles that float near enough yours to collide gently and regularly enough to be comforting lapses in the endless stretches of silence that is life. i'll tolerate your ranting if you do mine, give you comfort in exchange for stealing company, some mind space maybe, some heart space hopefully.

the breathlessness has dissipated largely because of coffee. who would know that kl's coffee tripping brought about these many revelations. haha. keep downing caffeine, inject enough piccolo latte into veins for that bright-eyed wonder at the saturation everywhere around.

violin strings on a lonely night. i bet you hear nothing. i bet you have no idea you are my london. london, london, i bet you have no idea you are my london