red.dahlia:
occam's razor.
red.dahlia:
hold on for one more day.
red.dahlia:
and you're shinng like the brightest star.
red.dahlia:
no one's gonna love you more than I do.
red.dahlia:
no one's gonna love you more than I do.
red.dahlia:
a pocket is no place for a smile anyway.
red.dahlia:
you wandered in and now i'm caught.
red.dahlia:
i put my thing down, flip it and reverse it.
red.dahlia:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite."
red.dahlia:
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.
red.dahlia:
outtake
red.dahlia:
bubbles and ... um...
red.dahlia:
if i don't let myself be happy now, then when?
red.dahlia:
submission.
red.dahlia:
i got nobody on my side.
red.dahlia:
King Jeremy, the wicked.
red.dahlia:
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.