seems to be a swarm of flying lights and otherworldly beings trying to convert me to their epicurean way.
electric owns our collective ass.
a pair of wandering gypsies from outerspace.
is my spiritual umbilical cord.
made about me need my express permission from here on out.
digs friction.
are filled for tonight but i bet we could squeeze you in tomorrow.
, like apes, just aren't what they used to be.