luxdivon

hello everyone,
meet marla singer.

she'll have a cup of coffee

and then tell everyone to shut the fuck up

i took a bottle full of xanax, but this isnt a for real suicide its just one of those 'cry for helps'

oh again, ahh again, la la la,

i'm terrified of nothing
i d o n t t h i n k you understand


two faces, only o n e o f t h e m you see,
the other is hidden at the bottom of the sea.

SLIDE

we are the all singing all dancing i only paid a dollar for this dress made of duct tape across my lips, mad that we're not going to be famous and never going to be rockstars

and there's shit we CAN do about it, but you see

we're still jack wanting
"i talk like you wanna talk" "i fuck like you wanna fuck" "i am all the things you want to be" at the back of the convience store just wishing we could have a barrel down our throats because maybe then we would give a shit what happens to our dissmal lives that only hold joy when we realize

someday

they're

going

to

end

this breakfast tastes better than anyother breakfast luxdivon will ever taste

it was starting to make sense in a sorta tyler durdenfucked herup kind of way

who am i kidding

candy stripper cancer ward. its not my problem.

if its not my problem. who's problem is it?