boynamedbjork

bleeding through: love lost in a hail of gunfire
alright so heres's the deal:

tomorrow we leave for this island and I am confused. What will the others be like? I have this sickening feeling that I may be unable to deal with such shenanigans. But that is no matter, nihilism does not exist under the microwave shades of the tropics. I will pour much rum, but that shall not stop the onslaught of these creatine freaks born for "girls gone wild".

So fuck it.
This is fallacy, bled through the lines of secrecy.

Philadelphia: Go to hell.
Los Angeles, wait for me, because here comes the son that drinks the skies black.

Love and Scars
-Michael