'When people kiss in dark alleyways they are usually making promises. When we do, we break a thousand of them, including the ones we have been hanging on to for any semblance of survival."
- Popagandhi, Jan 2006.
Suddenly I think of all the void decks and stairwells and cars, the stories lived and heard and now no longer living. Promises broken. I think Poppy got it write, the promises are already broken; hopefully I no longer hold any of them, and neither do all of you.
And if she sees this:
I hope this constitutes being written about.
Ah.. you managed to pick out my fave sentence of the lot.
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