In the shape of things to come, too much poison come undone.
Cuz theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he


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Born like sisters to this world. In a town where blood ties are only blood, if you never say your name out loud to anyone they can never ever call you by it.

Usually when it comes to big decisions I don?t seem to have a problem. It?s the little inconsequential decisions that I struggle with. Which candy bar to buy? Where to go for lunch? Which project to tackle next? Which pair of panties to wear with which bra?

It doesn?t matter, so just PICK something damnit!! I don?t know why I make this so hard.

I get an idea, something I want to do, you know the sort of thing. I find that if I tell anyone then it gets forgotten, as though the telling was the final nail in the coffin. It reminds me of the song Bon Idée by Regina Spektor: ?Don?t tell your secrets to anyone, because ideas are vulnerable, as soon as you say your ideas out loud, then they can go and live on their own without you?.

I get an idea, something I want to do, you know the sort of thing. I find that if I tell anyone then it gets forgotten, as though the telling was the final nail in the coffin. It reminds me of the song Bon Idée by Regina Spektor: ?Don?t tell your secrets to anyone, because ideas are vulnerable, as soon as you say your ideas out loud, then they can go and live on their own without you?.