Music:crown me king- the fisher king of kings county
just a fumbling, distracted morning. the perdition of my heart is quelled at the moment- those hurricane waking dreams of an insectile heaven are quiescent, slumbering fitfully. disguised as the assumptions of a lunatic boy. the biology of mordicai is subsequently in decent form; as above, so below. so whats with all the darting glances & paranoid pauses to listen to the roar of airplane engines overhead? the end is nigh, the end if fucking nigh. oh i'm ever the optimist.