My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Mar 14

You’re all

You’re all sex, and liquor, romance and sin. You’re all dark clothes, and dark music, dark words. America, baseball, apple pie, these things you’re not. You fit nowhere, tired of trying, searching, tired of wanting. You’re all lonely and bored, things you hate, and never lack.

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  1. Gary March 15th, 2009 10:48 am

    Yes, man. Yes.