something strange is going on. i lie awake at night, smoking spliffs in an attempt to drift away into oblivion, but i’m kept awake by the voice of jim kerr going on about running til we come and speed and love and going to his head.
so here i am, listening to ‘sparkle in the rain’ in its entirety, over and over again.
someone please get a gun and shoot me.
Luba, ik heb hier ne gun staan alsgewilt…ge moet alleen nog ff langskomen.
Nee ff serieus. Hoe ist?