Stars will explode in the sky.
But they don't, do they?
Stars have their moments, and then they die"...
i slit my finger while picking roses yesterday. you'd think you'd live aslong as there is love but that's not it. i'll live until i don't want to anymore. morning and feeling enlighted maybe, or just slightly high on mushroom soup and icecream, before a breakfast that is better known as an early lunch. if you close your eyes you're infinite. all i need to know, and the radio displays a girly saying "i got a bone to pick with capitalism, and a few to break"
leaving the house tonight. oh..