the most fabulously pathetically self-centered and insecure asshole to waste our air.
she has a list of faults longer than the one of names saved for judgement day.
everything you hear is always true.
gold.
no one matters when your world circulates for airwaves.
"don't stop me now", i'm making legacies and you're history.
everyone changes, but this one is mutating.
avoiding mirrors like cracks in the sidewalk.
they're dying to be different
parading variations of smiles.
drugstore romeos and streetcars.
elysian fields lead to cemeteries.
breaking hearts and banks simultaneously.
fuck you all.
