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Daniel Thomas Johnson
- Tring, UK.
- Last Record: 2013-05-23 13:32:42 -0700
- Joined: Aug 04, 2010
- twitter.com/THEdannjoh...
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sixty thoughts must go through your brain in a second and even the loudest people must only let five come out in one minute and I bet you it’s the most quiet one’s who have the most thoughts but they have so many that it makes them dizzy and they don’t know which one to say first so they express them through looks and movements and although we cannot tell specifics we see more this way you see the way a person moves tells a lot more think about that people always ask what’s wrong when you’re quiet not loud that’s because you are letting them know there’s something wrong by not letting them know it’s that simple and the thing is thoughts don’t stop you can’t empty your brain there’s no full stops because your brain doesn’t breathe your brain can’t stop or you’d fall to a heap on the floor you see maybe we’re just jealous of spiders the way they have eight legs and we only have two I’m sure we’d get more done if we had that many the thing is the older you get the more full your brain becomes the more you have to think about and the less time you have to think about it but hey I don’t know who you are but I wouldn’t trade my thoughts for anyone they’re what makes me ME sure sometimes they are bad and make people angry or make me upset or cause me to do stupid things like that time I ran string all around my house and smashed a glass for no reason or when I bought the blade of a knife to my arm what was I thinking you weren’t thinking is what people say but I was thinking you can’t stop thinking and it causes problems but the thoughts that enter your head may never happen again in an eternity or they may happen a couple more billion times in just one day but each one is important and each one each tiny little one makes you who you are we spend so much time thinking it’s a miracle we get anything done |
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Your kisses are snowflakes: |
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“Shit, you shot me man! Fuck!”
“I’m sorry. It’s just the leg?” “No! It’s the fucking knee-cap! Jesus I loved these trousers too.” “I’ll buy you new trousers, calm down.” “Calm… ... |
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A quiet serene piece that captures the melancholy mood of such a beautiful oil painting.
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You run round in boots big for you.
Literally though, and they think it’s cute. A train driver, a fireman, a pilot, a cook. That first drummer whose hand you shook. But su... |
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In the flat world of Northernsea, there was a town called Southernthorpe.
In the town of Southernthorpe there was a tiny cottage. In this tiny cottage, lived a man. An old man. An old man... |
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Your voice drags me out of my bed, as easily as it draws me into yours. |
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