bystanders to the destruction of landscapes.

[porcupinesoul]

The cursed burgundy writing is still legible on my arm-a counterattack to the violent scrubbing in the men's restrooms at El Palacio County Fairgrounds. The show sounded great and I was brought out for an encore for the first time this tour. Why do the fat girls always want to write messages on my motherfucking arm, though? I guess it's a godsend

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thunderclouds are brewing

[foreignpetals]

We're not who we say we are. People will fall for you and me as individual entities, but never for who we really are. Trust me, I've gone over this in my head plenty of times. You've lost your fucking mind, Chimes. You've lost your mind, David. We are not you. We are who you want to be. We are the balls you are missing, you pussy. You can't even be honest with yourself. We're real to you, but only to you. I've seen you crying tears in the name of Chimes. I've seen you actually take offense to someone's disbelief about me. We are not real people and we do not live in a real world, but we do have very real souls. You've spent endless hours at the piano and endless hours at the typewriter, but all you've managed to accomplish is an intensifying case of schizophrenia. You think she's psycho?? Look in the mirror, Chimes...err.. Bret.. err Louis... err Richard.. err whoever the fuck else you decide you rather be. None of us even COMPARE to you, asshole. You created us. Can't you see? I'm wasting my time... I've gotta go. I have a six o'clock with Bret Easton Ellis about revisions on the Glamorama screenplay. We'll talk later.

Re: thunderclouds are brewing

[shiningclothes]

hi.