like a fugitive. i'm writing out of my veins into tiny radioesque bursts of am natura. interesting concept that of being honest like a tree or snow in winter.
i go and go, the pages will turn and the chapters will get written. someday they'll ask me who to wear and listen, with uber comrades ready for the kidnapping we will own the basement.
i go and go, the pages will turn and the chapters will get written. someday they'll ask me who to wear and listen, with uber comrades ready for the kidnapping we will own the basement.