2005, slurred insults, young hollywood, vodka, train journeys, leeds, shows, crushes, ontd, pop-punk, magazines, fbr boys, rochelle, lozzie, summer, unemployment, hotel rooms, thecobrasnake, singalongs, team satans, sunday club, walks with ben and drawing (but only when i should be doing something more important)
handclaps, piano and gang vocals.
buffalo 66
i end up watching these useless brown moths that thwack around the light in my cell, felty splinters torn from the nighttime, lost and confused. i hear moths are actually programmed to fly a straight line, steered by the moon. but these supermarket kind of lights mess up their navigation. now look at them. i watch one snag behind the light cage, spanking dust off its wings in puffs. then, 'thp,' it spins to the floor, broken. the light just buzzes on. so much for the moon. i can relate to moths, boy.
lazareanu, deyn, moss, deschanel, richie, lohan, olsens, barton, dunst, sevigny etcetc