something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

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

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

we are nearly always a world which almost

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

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

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.