May 28, 2006 16:55
Watching death dealers stumble over cracks in the sidewalk,
half-moon eyes like scythes in the sky and it's all
en route to hell.
This night is loosely lucid,
barely fluid,
translucent figures dance in crooked frames
ohhh myyy gooodnesss....
i am downloading a shitload of death cab for cutie and the postal service. for like a year i couldn't listen to anything by them... it just broke me up inside because of all the stupid shit that i would think about when i did listen to them. bleh. but now.. it's like it doesn't matter anymore. i love that i can listen to all of this again.
woooot
hahahhahah