The ghosts of electricity howl in the bones of her face.
If I ever wrote a line that good, I’d cut my fingers off. Welp, no need for these anymore I’d figure.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: 3/18/95
24 hours straight, man. That ain’t right. This is Florida. It rains for an hour, hard as fuck, and then the sun comes back. To whom do I make my complaints?
Ain’t it just like the Night?
To play tricks,
While you’re trying to be so quiet.
The reason Dylan is Dylan and you’re not is that if you came up with those lines, you’d make them the chorus.
I know this one isn’t Bob; Garcia in the last days:
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