hardly even today yet, but i've got a bad feeling about this.
i can't post any pictures, there's nothing to remember from today. but i'm remembering my old dreams and they're still bluetacked to the walls in there somewhere.
benicassim benicassim; the name i love to say.
the is ize of the world for you; ize of the world. blah blah blah.
your dreams are sweet and obsessed and you're overworked
you're overtaken by visions of being overlooked.
the story of my life it seems.
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