Innocence unlike common sense is what we’re born with, I’d give a lot to get that back to undo the knowing and go back to growing up…
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When you’re trying to write
light distracts me the switch that the night brings cajoles and attracts me, she knows me too well. My cell in hell will have pictures of Bananarama on the walls and I’ll be climbing them, (the walls, not Bananarama) Ideas are like buses in that you wait for one and ten come along at once,…
