Sure, I'm obsessed with bands...but there's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.
― 145 feet up in a Jeffrey Pine (Sufjan Grafton), Monday, 19 August 2024 16:03 (nine months ago)