Where is my mind?
All I dream about it lately is Burgundy, violently killing people, and making out with girls who don't have faces.
With a blank calendar for the rest of this month and having only really left the house for a significant amount of time once in the last two weeks, I'm surely losing my fucking mind. And I'm scared of where my brain goes when I'm stagnant and back in Schenectady.
With a blank calendar for the rest of this month and having only really left the house for a significant amount of time once in the last two weeks, I'm surely losing my fucking mind. And I'm scared of where my brain goes when I'm stagnant and back in Schenectady.