hallelujahs are for dying on the floor.
(I don't care if that's the wrong lyric. As with many MG songs, the misheard version is better than the real thing.)
Anyway--
1. "Cement-like stream of consciousness"=literary merit, Y/Y? Could also save the Matt/Ephram, because dude! The good one was inspired by Rilke! And the other ones are really more about music than creepy piano teachers. Except for the parts where they're all about a creepy piano teacher perving on his student.
2. Have I mentioned the breakup yet today? No? Oh, sorry. Here: no, seriously. Dude. I WROTE A LETTER TO PETE WENTZ FOR HER. I will die of embarrassment every day for the rest of my life for that (I don't regret it, because it was the rightest thing I could've done after fucking up at the concert, but STILL). Christ on a cracker. At least I didn't post it on the internets.
Bye.
Anyway--
1. "Cement-like stream of consciousness"=literary merit, Y/Y? Could also save the Matt/Ephram, because dude! The good one was inspired by Rilke! And the other ones are really more about music than creepy piano teachers. Except for the parts where they're all about a creepy piano teacher perving on his student.
2. Have I mentioned the breakup yet today? No? Oh, sorry. Here: no, seriously. Dude. I WROTE A LETTER TO PETE WENTZ FOR HER. I will die of embarrassment every day for the rest of my life for that (I don't regret it, because it was the rightest thing I could've done after fucking up at the concert, but STILL). Christ on a cracker. At least I didn't post it on the internets.
Bye.