colored balloons
grizzly bear what do you want
there is gold frosting on the windows pasted, other things are melting. the day is over, i'm thinking about drinking some hot liquids while wondering how i live with myself. i should really not tell you about crying at the bar. it was embarassing however expected sooner or later. probably only my red red face was seen by the men in the next booth who looked like my uncle and talked exclusively about baseball. don't drink anymore, ok? but the sky was beautiful and gold probably the end of the world. blood ran down my leg when i was making waffles and coffee, horrifying.
my hands smell like a sandwich but i am a happy baby seal.