Life gets hectic dear brothers and careless sisters. So much happens -- that it gets a bit difficult to fill in all here. Besides it happens in such a flash, that to quibble more is a bit pointless.
What can I say? It's all over a baby blue. Well that's what it seems. Nothings confirmed, a lot of sweet tooth-fillings and promises. This comes after an episode day before of an hour long of quizzing and finally giving me shit stuff to rewrite by hand (aren't we in the effing 21st century, assholes?)
And when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose. So I'll be leaving with a stolen necklace of broken promises, crushed ego, dead flowers, hopes and fears, sweet angels, dark angels, good assholes, bad assholes, tears and peers, and a hope that everything burns to dust. But this is the way I had planned it, the phantom of the opera stumbling on the doorstep of the green room.
And most of all it would be an escape.
But how would it matter -- more distant are we now.