Winter of Love
5/9. the lost boys. immortal. cursed. loved. 
posted by rorschach at
7:17 AM
Sunday, February 19, 2006
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"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.... Free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach."
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lost boys, my arse... we will never be lost as long as we have each other.
Winter showed me that no matter how much we might think that eventually we will drift apart it will never happen, fevicol ka jor hai boss ek dum mazboot.
yea i kno. i love you. wich is why we're lost. lost to the world entwined in one another. sometimes i think if i dint have us, i wudn't have anythin till now. love you.
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i concur with that stupid lawyer-
lost to the world but found by each other. it's not that depressing and not very hopeful but maybe it's the tragic beauty that we needed in our lives.
archiman, let's go to the mountains again, da, macha, whatever.
yea we will go baba, someday. we'll go whenevr we go next...but go we will!!
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