we all have landmarks in the form of stains on t-shirts.
that doesn't mean we're the same. we're nothing but legacies and newspaper cuttings.
antique lipstick sticks to vintage pictures of bands we once loved.
that didn't love us back.
live shows that where we screamed to make our throats bleeds.
his is the twelfth night. this is much ado about nothing at all.
everyone's spectacular.
kindergarten blood lusts.
heart beat symphonies.
i can hear everything you think.
vials of poison line kitchen sinks.
searching for the emergency i left when i called in.
everyone runs when you lose the decoration.
dust and ashes.
