“Hey Guys… Ash in my hand, I hate myself.
The Monster Hiding Behind Our Romance.
The first seizure of the school year.
Staring at Skyscrapers. Singing Songs About Tree Tops.
There were no words. Just pictures that changed things.
On doomsday, we’ll fall in love.
The opposite of LIFE. The last daydream of JFK.
The Day After The Next.
A love that wasn’t a decision. Close your eyes and dream of me.
Blow it out yer ass.
Silence is always accurate.
Unfamiliar with that feeling.