i'm willing to leave it there collecting dust. who knows, maybe it will grow a mold of itself and form a pair of legs and walk away.
exist if none of this is real
i am stuck behind a dry, fake
..and so nostolgic that it feigns some depth
please, bake me and some mental scars. some fragments, some change and all that loose debris as i go up in flames
smash your pretty face up against the glass. the world is not real no more.
..and upon, MMMust it soon to leave this approach..?
...and that is all i could think of your cultures as i was staring at the concrete.
FOLLOW ME @ TOO MANY CATS!