The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy

nothing brightens a day like tim burtons twisted soul.
hardy har har
i've got absolutely nothing to say today
and this is a shock for me
if i don't write in here every day, i write in my little red journal
i'm too cheap to make it look pretty but eh
but today, simply nothing.
i was sick on the 23rd so that was an exception
...
it is true
my blog has developed an echo
and its about 3 days until my birthday
fuck yeah sixteen
...
blahdidaaa
i used to see two birds perched on the branch across my window.
one black and one white
every day for about a month
silly lovebirds
they didn't make sense to me until now...
perhaps hmmm
well i'll leave myself to ponder the thought
and for the echo to wait and see what my lovebird theorys all about
as for now
au revoir mes amies...
Death.of.Beauty.....