and how would they know?
far too gone, my face is their liver feeling.
grand theft auto iv is far too much like this addiction that won't stop a life that just won't stop these tasks that just won't stop.
m.
the saxophone sound. the drifting off needle in arm. won't she know me? it's words. ahhhghh, it's only words. you talk to it like it's something else. human! she/he human!
