no no. . .

[findmearobotboy]

when will the things that aren't supposed to matter stop mattering.

trickeries.

i'm definitely up way pass my bed time, oh well.

give it to me straight, tip it on ice.

i feel deceived by the faith we were supposed to have, gyped out of sanity.

and i'm on the brinks of melting into your wall.

nah, i think i'll leave you riddles, sans clues.

you take the south side, i'll take eurasia.

goodnights, goodbyes.