I've been whistling. I've been listening to The Doors and fucking WHISTLING ALONG.
Is this what it's like to be rich and always fear something's going to come along and fuck it all up? Someday you'll wake up and it'll all be gone? And why does it not feel that bad?
Whistling. Goddamn.
Is this what it's like to be rich and always fear something's going to come along and fuck it all up? Someday you'll wake up and it'll all be gone? And why does it not feel that bad?
Whistling. Goddamn.
solisis:
punk rock girl rocks. And no that's not what its like to be rich and fear all that. the sensation feels more like reverse vomiting and ventrical constriction along with a slight nausiating pull about the proximal filangil meridians as though one were attempting to induce flatuatous movements while kicking you in the lower cranial structure. all while whistling to the doors....to be precise