so much bullshit!
i can't fucking breathe.

this is me calling it a night. /// this is me packing myself up and rocking back and forth to the strokes.

heres the thing brain: you always hit the pavement--SHIVERING/STUNNED. you never look back. you think they smell right, so you give in. --but they don't. they play you ok to your face, but the minute you turn your back.....

let's just say everythings fine. -- yeah that's right. for the sake of this post, everythings fucking fine.