in the air...
Current mood: drunk
the breaks point to the fuchsia walls that don't make any sense amoughst the heat. i tried to clear my day and all i came up with is the busy signal that seems to buzz in my ear. red lines push the taffy heart farther than i wanted to desire what's real. i don't know whether sticking to this is safe, sanity reigns supreme, and i don't know if i should super size. giant reactions tightly strain misconceptions. time is ticking, you are guiding the past filth to deal with present cellophane sucking dry blissful deserts of emotional peace. let me show you the light of the everlasting present, let's not live in the past pressumtions.the warmth of my gun against my thighs soothes my nerves and all i can deny is the hurt that becomes my future of what you portray. become my world that weighs heavy upon my shoulders that I am happy to maintain in a systematic rainbow of familiarity.
Currently listening:
The Stings of Conscience
By Unearth
Current mood: drunk
the breaks point to the fuchsia walls that don't make any sense amoughst the heat. i tried to clear my day and all i came up with is the busy signal that seems to buzz in my ear. red lines push the taffy heart farther than i wanted to desire what's real. i don't know whether sticking to this is safe, sanity reigns supreme, and i don't know if i should super size. giant reactions tightly strain misconceptions. time is ticking, you are guiding the past filth to deal with present cellophane sucking dry blissful deserts of emotional peace. let me show you the light of the everlasting present, let's not live in the past pressumtions.the warmth of my gun against my thighs soothes my nerves and all i can deny is the hurt that becomes my future of what you portray. become my world that weighs heavy upon my shoulders that I am happy to maintain in a systematic rainbow of familiarity.
Currently listening:
The Stings of Conscience
By Unearth
zgrat:
me too. it's all about the newcastle and the pitchers you can have of it hope you had a good one