xaginthemyst:
[The software is broken]
xaginthemyst:
[Oi, that hurts]
xaginthemyst:
[Need a warm comforting place to cry]
xaginthemyst:
[Its not for comfort... its for revenge, for demonstrations]
xaginthemyst:
[But I am also a whiny little bitch]
xaginthemyst:
[This feeling, of not getting things done, has been with me forever]
xaginthemyst:
[The time for being great is now…as always]
xaginthemyst:
[I guess is my fractured state of my mind which won’t allow it]
xaginthemyst:
[not being good enough for anyone]
xaginthemyst:
[Ask me for silence]
xaginthemyst:
[Certainty]
Carla Putnam:
Paris
crisscristian:
Prince of the Universe
crisscristian:
Fly Away From Here
xaginthemyst:
fuck the poets of the past
xaginthemyst:
He would lick the gun barrel, sticking his tongue into it and sucking out an impossible happiness.
