sometimes, to be extraordinary, you've got to be ordinary first.
everyone's special. and when everyone is, no one is.
my room and head are trashed.
bombsite's. the shit goes down.
this ship sinks.
this is a little convoluted, but absolutely contingent.
we can't resist getting pissed
to drown our dreams and memories -
between puking up in bathroom sinks
you pour yourself another drink.
this is judgement day. reckoning.
silly pretty boy, she doesn't love you like i do.
or maybe i just like twisting thruths.
manipulation.
rigid fiction.
fairytales based on traffic jams and 9-5 working days.
my nails are painted yellow.
you're pure gold.
