he knows theres worse things than being alone

i hear the fiddle play and it makes my arms fly into imaginary creation.

what did the guy from the times say? something about we look for the truth and we think we find it in just the right combination of cliches and lies?

i kinda wanna talk about it too.

suddenly im really tired. and yet, i feel like im missing an opportunity to figure it all out.

eat at the after
drink a glass of oranges
and show me some love