firsts.

[arrear]

i've spent too much time living in other people's words. i wrote in the beginning and the end (what i deemed appropriate or simply inevitable) and erased the memories in between. i slap on some eyes, a crooked mouth, give myself a name...and soon enough ill be a living room revolutionary, dreaming under the sound of television static. there's not much left of me, probably wasnt in the first place.

im gonna let my fingers slip (intentionally) and let it all come down...even if it means the shitstorm of all time, the perpetual armageddon resting on my shoulders. i want some more firsts. ive done this all before...