It is Guy Fawkes Night but, alas, I am in my room writing my essay for Philosophical Approaches to Conservation. I have no idea what Philosophical Approaches to Conservation are either.
Anyway, there is something oddly soothing about hearing fireworks booming and whistling all over the city, from inside my room.
Luckily I am not missing any burning effigies, because Guy Fawkes was from York, so they tend to be a bit touchy about that here.
I caught a few fireworks from my window, accompanied by Third Eye Blind lyrics--the perfect combination...
Anyway, there is something oddly soothing about hearing fireworks booming and whistling all over the city, from inside my room.
Luckily I am not missing any burning effigies, because Guy Fawkes was from York, so they tend to be a bit touchy about that here.
I caught a few fireworks from my window, accompanied by Third Eye Blind lyrics--the perfect combination...
blue come over/ born a joneser
lights/ and the world darkens around me
new ideas in my head start to burn/ trust no one is the one thing that I learned
bring me the sun/ cause I slide off the moon
a Tudor rose, perhaps ?
xx
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