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...my favourite place can't be found on a map. The CIA's satellites haven't tracked it down yet. My favourite place moves as the times change; it has travelled a continent for many an aeon, and though those it touches wait with eager anticipation for its arrival, few bother to follow it on its elusive journey. I like to think that my favourite place has a sense of humour, with its different guises and appearances every time I visit. Once it showed itself through a leafy Michigan suburb, and on another occasion it materialised as a firework forest. ..

The walls are no boundary for childish minds

My relationship ruined this website for me

Room scattered with the things that every days are made of rotting food from days ago stale curls of crisps her body is a centrepiece its skin iced, diced, puffed the blood needles high five her sleep

In loving memory of David Kameron Campbell II, my very first friend whom I will always remember. Dedicated to all my friends. Michael Gatti Presents: Ganico's First Book:

Some guys don't even know how to tell the truth

Everyone said he wasn't good enough for me, but it took a very long time for me to see it, and sometimes I still think I'm the one not good enough.

I Hate the fact that there was something about him that made me out of control

A few thoughts, which may not stay here long. This is the kind of thing that runs through my head at this time of the evening when I've been thinking too much.