Lines stretch out to storm and torch.
Now i guess i gotta tell’em, i ain’t got no cerebellum.
We’re here to take care of your brain problem.
I want a jacket in this color.
Bruce Wayne’s got nothing on Tom Ryaboi.
In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently. He did not take care of her and she died alone somewhere in the dark and there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.
The old man and the sea and the M1928 thompson.
He lay listening to the slow drip in the woods.
I just want to be put back together.
