west_indian_girl crOwl we are making christmas, cuttin' down trees, meeting old friends in barnes&noble. reciting lines from a tom stoppard play. smelling the leather from worn doc martens, tasting shots in the dark. i have to smile. i can't help, i've worked so hard to make my smile something that makes you remember. hello? how are you? i've missed you. i have to go. i'm going to the spitfire. 071217 what's it to you? who go blather from