I’m sittin herecontemplatinwhat the fuckwhat was the purpose of all thisthe months of shakin handsthe dry mouth bargainsthe empty glasses I stared downlike they owed me somethinwhat was the pointof holdin onif the fall still tastes like this?sweet kisses...

Like a butterflyHop on flowersAnd feed on the nectar of flowers.

Freedom to be cursed  To be crushed under the dollar  Freedom to be forgotten  To be starved Freedom to freeze  To die of curable disease    Freedom to drown  In a sea of green Freedom to be lied to  Freedom to be oppressed  To be repressed, stressed and pressed  Into something...

I don't know when it happened, or how I became so addicted. The moment the clock rolls to 11pm I know it's time…. It's time to meet him.Miss Castanza, if you do not get adequate sleep, you are going...