lyingdead

so cut it free. come over. Ive got plenty of space to breathe. can we stop reactions. and paint this purple face with math.. you know its only numbers.
Just some forgotten language. Laughing man laughs loudest. His crazy ways held tightly knit in the fabrics of his sanity. Justifiably sound like the distance from me to you. divided by time, we'll make some equation. some method of explaining. Some safe bet we can put our money on when we know the odds, and figured out the return. But I still cant figure out you. and why you dont come over.