last night i realized i undress apathy all of the time.
surfing on a wave of whiskey, im alive.
stranded on an air mattress, im sweating.
the cunning linguist.
the sunrise enthusiast.
the longest road is the one you dont know.
talent is a gun.
the arched back.
the fireworks over the ocean.
nothing was beautiful and everything hurt.
impaled upon a cross where pain gets you off.
i hope you like the taste of my blood.
god told me to tear you apart at the seams.
shake that ass.