To hold everything above.

First hand.

Spiral screams of an iron sky, make it bleed, burn the wounds to dry. Lives defined by time, we force to push the line tonight.

The tides are high tonight, and we find our stars aligned speak in tongues of how we use to be and how things should’ve been.

good night.

rain rain go away.

teacher: spell ambulance? student: a..m..b.. teacher: faster! student: wiwiwiwiwiwiwiwiw!

this is oh so boring.

MMX