breaking the sound barrier.

it's ten o' clock in the morning, it's ten o' clock at night- my shoes are on, my body empty.
places and people are waiting for my steps to begin, but it seems i've lost my stuffed german shepherd, bullet.
therefor i am staying put.


i'm grasping at the morning air with a mouth full og carbon dioxide- all
of this sounds too ignorant, i'm turning backwards again.

Dr. Dog is a very, very good band.

"it's abstract art."
smg'ing isn't so bad these days, i might be doing it too much, but it's making those 'make it through the days' actually days.
"those arent really eyelashes, they were just eyebrow hairs."
no field of eyelashes, natasha.