I serve in hardly-substantial portions, they don't carry any meaning, any depth. haphazardly thrown together, if you will. i write junkfood, not dinner, not dessert.

1. isn't that sad? i'm pretending to write.
2. when things are black and unknown
3. cafe
4. i wrote this when i couldn't go in for dance



("dinner" and "dessert" c.f. Music & Lyrics by Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. contents © tingxuan 2007. please do not steal.)