would like to fly again. this time. forever. crashtestdummies we all are, arent we? now with feelings and shit. "get yours and bash one today!" they say.
they got abuse in mind. we got our chinups. we're designed that way. weak and awkward. i don't feel like i belong here anymore. doesn't feel like it. ramble ramble rant rant. i'm tired. where's the muthafucking sun, dear prudence... would you come out to play...?











dear prudence.