Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Only when my clothes smell like burnt out cigarettes, do i start to hunger for blood.

Only when my clothes smell like burnt out cigarettes, do i start to hunger for blood.

I'm constantly meeting people who are travelling without any money; hitch hikers, travelers, adventurers.
part of me wants to be this free, another part wants the comfort of having a home in a big city.

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