there is blood running down my finger and I am cold for the nest 27 hours. The tiny typing thief can't figure how to put those guttural noises into his pockets so he hides behind the music. (and so we go)
would you call that cannibalism? 'would you call' is a better question?
or is that a bitter question? truly this movie inspires my broken heart to rise to my sleeve. CRANK you ducts! I'll find this open avenue if I just sit still. I'm lost and young to spite my age so I wait and wait for a rumored gate...
packing is not so impactful but this down time is other worldly. I can just hear Glen Woldrun "let us in, let us IN" as it is time to leave my finger still bleeding I cram my sleeve into another and bury what the rain reveals.
would you call that cannibalism? 'would you call' is a better question?
or is that a bitter question? truly this movie inspires my broken heart to rise to my sleeve. CRANK you ducts! I'll find this open avenue if I just sit still. I'm lost and young to spite my age so I wait and wait for a rumored gate...
packing is not so impactful but this down time is other worldly. I can just hear Glen Woldrun "let us in, let us IN" as it is time to leave my finger still bleeding I cram my sleeve into another and bury what the rain reveals.
