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so theres this girl, you will probably know her.
its like ive never not, its like shes always been there, somewhere -5,
its like i know so much about her, but really its nothing,
thats where you all have one up on me i guess.

im not her, as you may well have guessed,
far from it infact.
though this is her,
you 'are' in the right place,
im thmttwd.blogspot.com,
alike thevikipedia.blogspot.com,
but crappier.

On here,
shes taller than me,
and a much better speller.
and about 7 ahead in half the time.

So this is real late and way over due,
and if you have come here to read about tricks,
then i apologize, cos you will be mildly disappointed.
cos i'm a few lines and shes a paragraph.
        i'm nonsense, she inspires.
        i'm powerbook in my studio space, she's laptop lying on her bed.
        i'm packed lunch, she's chips barm and gravy,
        and shes got someone saving her a place in the queue on 'chip day.'
        i've have no time, she makes time.
        she's crumpets on cheese sandwiches, i'm microwaved cheese on
        bread.
        she's on the seats near the sandwich and milk corner, i'm not, i'm on the         train next to the the large man/woman, who talks to her/him self and
        perspires on me.
        i could potentially go through more than a pack a day, and are just
        stuck anywhere as my jaw begins to ache, hers are discarded into a
        tiny hole as she leaves school.
        she doesnt like maths, me either.
        who does? well i know one person, and she lives with the shame,
        everyday. haha, you all probably wouldn't know her though, but you
        should, she's alright.

'you, looking at me, looking at you'...
...cos its all about observationing, and you/me/us looking what shes writing about her, while looking at us. And if there's anyones that is worth reading and thinking about, its hers. its this one. shes real, and not many people are real, with other people and most certainly themselves, she is.
i don't really know where to go from here, i don't think im making sense, and if this were a piece of paper i probabaly would have started again at 'so'. but its not and its here and ill probably add to this, when i realise its nothing when put at the side of 'dont adjust your set, this is a Blogswap...'
ahhhh well.
end transmission,
forget transmisson.
lets do this again,
ill do better next time,
i promise.

//MTT