last thought before i fell asleep
first thought when i woke up
and every thought since
smashing my head to pieces
probably wouldnt change a fucking thing
i hate myself for this
i hate myself for this
i hate myself for this
i hate myself for this
so at the behest of my friend lira, who is the biggest of my three "fans," i have established a myspace for all the music i've been writing about everything i've gone through in the last month or two.
so... give in to that morbid curiosity and click to listen to Collapsicon. some of it is only slightly awful.
try to focus on the moment
try to smell these plastic roses
to survive off wax fruit and cardboard cutout cakes
doing my best to convince myself that when i breathe in deep
this air is more than smog and smoke
she could be a movie star
she could be a model
an angel, a devil
she could be my twin