quasi_sean

how much can sean drink before he goes completely mad?

i don't know the answer.

i do know that the times are changing and it's almost December and the leaves are breaking in the air. i have a look on my face that reminds me of coffin photography. it's alternating--heat, chill, heat, chill, cheat hill, it's confusing.

the boogie man doesn't scare me. it's those fucking dance moves of his.

stop me.
you can watch me fall apart and no needle will be quick enough to sew me up.

HAHAHA.

I can grab all you friends and make the biggest burrito ever. it will taste like love and raised eyebrows. some of ya make sense. i can smell it all.

i want to hug.