Defibrillated

Loosy Goosy goose-stepping. Although the dull grey of early spring doesn't allow for the romanticizing that sunshine and blue sky do, we know we're in for it. Soon it'll be nothing but short shorts...



and car rides...

selflessly indulgent.

God I miss making a scene at dances.

Dismantle, then reconstruct.

Buy it up, cruise by it, forget about it, re-visit it, lose it, loosen it, pawn it, read it, fuck it.
The weather's changes can cause all kinds of disturbances to your head space. Navigate slowly soldier.
Regardless, there is sunshine ahead.

Fate, up against your will...

Favorite make-out song.

My density has brought me to you.

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

Saludos my pretties! Spring is springing! Holy Fucking Crap it feels good. Part of the problem with the North is the ungodly dark and cold. I say ungodly, but who knows, some monks live in darkness and silence believing suffering brings them closer to god. The best part of ungodliness? Hormones. Raging, burning, reminding you of the kind of delicious suffering only found in high school. Thanks spring!