Constantly not knowing where to go and struggling to get back to where I was. Parts of my life still sitting in partially opened, nervously rummaged through boxes. Who are you really;and why are you here? Stop ringing my doorbell, its locked for a fucking reason...
I apologize for the hostility, nonunderstandable symbolism and figurative language at play.
I apologize for the hostility, nonunderstandable symbolism and figurative language at play.
Speaking of shiny and sparkly things. I'm digging the new name. I can't help but think of that scene in Donnie Darko when the "love/fear" instructor lady is talking to Donnie's mom and says, "Sometimes I question your dedication to sparkle motion!"...or in video class in high school when we voted for the name of our TV program to be the "Mr. Sparkle Happy Hour."
Anyway, I heard stirrings that you might be joining us for Coachella?!?!