the moon looks so preetiful tonight,
no sculpture can match its beauty.
the stars have finally decided to shine so bright,
there's no longer a need for the street lights.
and the cool breezy air adds perfection to this wondrous night.
although the streets are filled with rowdy drunken people,
each inventing a new language,
for which one has to be drunk to understand,
it is all fine,
on this exceptionally beautiful night.
im mumbling and ranting
and mumbling some more,
cos,
i cant sleep.
n im bored.
looking forward to tomorrow tho,
weather's predicted to b really good,
hopefully gud music by the beach,
n undoubtedly fun ppl to hang out w!
st kilda festival!
"the snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches"
by E. E. Cummings
(i just love the way it sounds)
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