IdontreallybowlXD

You're gonna die baby. Oh no baby, I hope not. Not for a long time.

shes the kind of person that likes to give one hand job per manicure. Sometimes I'm glad I'll never be that person. But  always I'm glad that that person is my friend, and that I can be there when the hand jobs stop and the trouble starts. I take it back. I'm always glad I'm not that person. But it's good to know someone that is.

Sitting where the light flashes waiting for you and a prayer of promise to realization that the flashing is not an answer. nor a sign but a lamp obscured as the mind of clouds and scraping towers whos home resides in the sky where yarn and tin cans can not span distance enough to restore home the daughter of whom yearns to find exit in solstice from vases of glass and decanters of liquid to brim over the cups of the professors page turning books and lies of webs made not of a friendly streching yarn but of lies and webs. lies and webs. Nothing is truer than the webs of the entangled daughter of the Professor. tangled where we might