don't scream.

[illuminesque]

I threw it all in for you.
I can't believe you asked thosed things of me.

"I can't escape the twisted way you think of me."

I feel you in my dreams and in between.

And you just stand there, deleting me, and stare as my world crumbles in my head.

Quack, quack, fucking quack.

Its bitter-sweet inanity.

--
Kelly: I need a hit, man... I need that sweet, sweet candy!