and then you see these photos and you're like, how can it be that this exists out there somewhere and i don't even know of it and have no connection to anything like it and then you see these other photos and you're like, this doesn't feel real, there's feelings embedded in there that i don't understand, but none of that is true,...
na na na na na na na na naa... what feels like decades later, every day is a new age, the flashbacks are gone, and the blues with them; what remains is the cheap union jack wrapped around my bed that keeps falling into its own folds, what remains is a sticky face, like my eyes and mouth and perception and thoughts and...
