Music:crown me king- the evolutionary precursers to greys.
torn up & writhing out on the kitchen floor- a larvae for all seasons.
misanthrope, iso the rosetta stone to my heart. epitath reader, obituary reader, iso you, waving a black flag. me: exactly the right guy to mess with. you: you you you. there are monsters in this personal ad. there are monsters & they have broken blue glass before. this is a love letter. this is surgery on the field of battle. you florence nightingale me every morning. you marie currie the waltzing tango. feet weaving mandalas on your way around the apartment. i want to take you to the top of the glass palace & overlook the launching of icbms. you are my pet theory, like phlogosten or the hollow earth.