
Monthly Archives: May 2017
It could never happen here

Ignorance is bliss

And I have no compass and I have no map and I have no reasons, no reasons to get back

What’s the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of

Imprisoned by inhibition, dwarfed by conformity

Onions. Facelifts. Pigs.

Stop breaking down

Someday soon this will all be someone else’s dream
