but you've stolen my air catcher and i don't know if i want it back.
but you've stolen my air catcher and i don't know if i want it back.
so few. so proud. so emotional. hello clancy.
make them stop.
no, not me, it's for a friend. no, not me, it's for a friend. no, not me, it's for a friend. no, not me, it's for a friend. denial.
lose your mind.
she had plans to change her name, just not the traditional way.
i'm the son of all i've done. i'm the son of all i've done. impostor, been fostered, then my new father drained my dirty blood.
lights, they blink to me, transmitting things to me. ones and zeroes. ergo this symphony.
cloud coverage matched my outfit to a knife.
im so excited for thursday omg. big day for annoying people like me eee.
but i'll tell 'em why won't you let me go? do i threaten all your plans? i'm insignificant.
in a season of purging things you used to love, everything must go.
#cliqueart
take me out and finish this waste of a life.
if i'm gonna snap necks, then i gotta snap back.
and i want love and sunny days.
i won't fall in love with falling, i will try to avoid those eyes.
rust around the rim, drink it anyway, i cut my lip.
push on through.
did i disappoint you?
but you've stolen my air catcher and i don't know if i want it back.
don't let me be gone. don't let me be gone. don't let me be gone. don't let me be gone.
can you build my house with pieces? i'm just a chemical.
my opinion, our culture can treat a loss like it's a win and right before we turn on them, we give 'em the highest of praise and hang their banner from the ceiling communicating, further engraving, an earlier grave is an option away. no.
so move out of our way, we're pushing sideways, keep sidewalks under your feet.
the sun will rise and we will try again.
i'll take anything you have, if you could throw me a line.
it's a different blue and it's deeper than it's been.
it's a new adaptation.
standing on the shore, staring down a hurtling storm.