index | archives | notes Monday, Dec. 26, 2005 4:50 a.m. << [ Not in a Slint Way ] >> Sitting on the balcony, four thirty in the morning, all I can think is we're all voyeurs. Furthermore, maybe we're all watching eachother because deep down, we know we're all the same and want to see how we'd behave in similar situations. Or maybe it's four thity in the fucking morning and I miss my best friend turned disgused spectator turned sender of mixed signals. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org