Music:blue sky theory feat. crown me king- the smashing
have some fire, scarecrow.
i spend so much of my free time trying to lathe the edges of stubborn puzzle pieces. the lists i come up with mean something, even if i peg it into escapism. but i keep my head down. i'm surviving the holocaust right now, as we speak, green ink etched into my arm. the whole world seeks to quell my hate & vigor. & everyone you trust turns out to be believing in folk science. pop psychology. fuck this- i miss the dinosaurs, now long buried in stone. those great dragons, & how they screamed their defiance even into the face of the plummeting me. our dooms so desperately interwoven. now its like sea gulls in parking lots. so wrong, but so common.