august twenty fifth at one thirty a.m.
like razors under your skin

no one to get excited about, so i'll stay in my basement and watch this mindless television set for hours, until i'm fully brainwashed and conditioned to it's standards; i'll start to believe the things the commercials say and entertainment tonight will become my favorite show so i can catch up on all the gossip. i'll never pick up a novel again and the only exercise i'll get is to go upstairs to the fridge and my eyes will bleed tears.

and you'll still be an asshole.

sleep isn't one of my favorite things to do anyway.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame