i'll show you mine if you show me yours things i hide behind- too much hair my winter coat silence and that's just the start of things you never really wanted to know in the first place. |
*Whoever is standing next to me *My glazed-eye "I'm not listening, you do not exist, you cannot hurt me" face |
-my camera (thanks heather this brought this to light. never thought of it before but my camera does serve as a great hiding place) -blunt cruelty (in words) |
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self-doubt and inaction |
the 'dontlookatmeibeinvisible' face. - much like rhi's I would say jules computer |
and smiles. |
words. my tender femine exterior. put ons. the computer? |
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here i am |
Theres two I forgot that J hides in - booze and pot. Once I got really stoned with Jules and we made a tent out of the couch, a clothes horse and some blankets. It was way cool and I wish I had taken a photo. We hid in it. Then KellyBoy turned up and tore it down. Bastard. |
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yeah, we prided ourselves on constructing a network of tunnels using couch cushions for walls and blankets for roofs. sometimes we would have make out sessions with the handful of neighborhood girls in our forts. that way we could be under the supervison of parents but out of direct sight........i was a dirty little kid thanks to my older brother and the devil.