Rooftops.

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The world is quiet here, inside my head, since you have come, that is. You gave me the opening to learn. You questioned my future, then saved me a place in the front row. Or so i can see. My humour has always been dry, and left people in awkward situations. I had spent time feeling embarrassed, but shortly realised there was no point pondering and pandering around. I had no problem with my sense of pride. My improvisation was never up to scratch in the fake world. I intend to buy the item in which Audrey Hepburn smokes her cigarettes from, in the film, 'Breakfast At Tiffany's'. What eloquence with a capital E. What a classic, all must view it once in their lives, if it only be a mere half hour of it. How childlike of me, do i only know of the term 'cigarette holder' for the object in discussion. Daring, i kid, i kid.. I am still not sure what i want to do with my life, but my dear, you are influencing it, surely. What an atrocity it be that i fail to attend do's in pubs. I mean, how simply dire.. Please come and watch Clockwork Orange with me, I have it on vhs. We can sit on beanbags if you must. I insist. Carry on my darling.. I grow weary of this. Did you know that the definition for the term sexy, in my little computers dictionary, states, 'Verging on inpropriety or indecency'. I say, cruel world. I need my sleep. It just seems so appropriate. Rooftops and all.