Quagmire.
Life of K:
I miss your feet and ears the most.
Right after is the laugh that escapes through your straight and filed teeth.
Every word that I will forever carry on my shoulders suddenly disappears and all I see is that crooked little smile.
And I'm smiling back.
Diagnosis:
Folie au deux, delusions of grandeur and what not.
Be good.
K.
Today's Discussion Topic:
"I put the fires out."
"...You made them worse!"
"Worse...or better?"
- Invader Zim.
I miss your feet and ears the most.
Right after is the laugh that escapes through your straight and filed teeth.
Every word that I will forever carry on my shoulders suddenly disappears and all I see is that crooked little smile.
And I'm smiling back.
Diagnosis:
Folie au deux, delusions of grandeur and what not.
Be good.
K.
Today's Discussion Topic:
"I put the fires out."
"...You made them worse!"
"Worse...or better?"
- Invader Zim.