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One of my quasi-pet theories was verified this morning at the petrol station as I was buying sandwiches for lunch.

Customer: The paper towels have run out.
Attendant: We can't do anything about it, the [computer] systems down.

The theory being that given half a chance people will blame computers before anything else. I personally would have thought that using the phone to ask for some more towels would have been the solution, but obviously I'm quite deluded.

Anyway; A good weekend of dancing, shopping and drunkenness. Huzah.

Frost everywhere; it looks like the whole world is an iced cake, mmmm.

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Songs for tommorrow, motions in the dark
Dancing in the starlight, singing to the sky
Endless lights above, hidden depths inside
The moon the only face who is watching
My mind the only memory
Who knows when the dance will end?
Who knows when the sky will fall?
I'm still waiting, watching them all burn out
Winking out like eyes closing to sleep
I'll be sleeping
Dreaming of a tommorrow I don't know
A past I never lived
In a moment that is gone the second I think
Time is all falling away
Moments melting into nothingness
It's not the time
It's not the memories
It's the moments you taste for that fleeting second
Sweet on your lips like the taste of freedom
Daring you to taste them once again.