"Lets do some living after we die"

I'm home its bad.
I miss London and Zoe and things bla bla etc.

The Stooges have a song that is 10 minutes 16 seconds long. Like, what. I thought you were supposed to be Punk. They also have a song called 'I wanna be your dog.' It goes a little something, like this;

So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down
In my favorite place

And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon

Now I'm ready
To close my eyes
And now I'm ready
To close my mind
And now I'm ready
To feel your hand
And lose my heart
On the burning sands

And now I wanna
Be your dog
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon

Hmm. Go Iggy.

I might write about Europe things later I dunno who knows what I'll do I'm crazy. Something pretty lame is that I listened to 'Wild Horses' on the plane and it reminds me of late nights with Zoe in her little Battersea apartment ALREADY like what I'm reminiscing two days after leaving and it made me all ~wistful~ so I looked out the window awhile. Alright I'm done ramblin'