And All The Lights That Lead Us There Are Blinding
what does it say about me that i just spent one hour trying to put back together a bic wite-out dispenser.
what does it say about me that i simply cannot figure it out.
is the world conspiring to convince me that i'm an idiot?
i shall not be deterred, o evil wite-out. nay. if a lousy machine put you together, and a construction worker broke you, i for damned sure can fix you.
because i'm smarter than you, you lousy piece of plastic.
what does it say about me that i simply cannot figure it out.
is the world conspiring to convince me that i'm an idiot?
i shall not be deterred, o evil wite-out. nay. if a lousy machine put you together, and a construction worker broke you, i for damned sure can fix you.
because i'm smarter than you, you lousy piece of plastic.