every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

the very idea that i could be

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…