Writing... and singing... I used to be really good at singing when I was younger but then my voice dropped. Think of Simpsons where Gramps thinks back Homer's beautiful singing voice.
Interactions with other human beings. I can't help but be a cynical ass.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
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