Stop. Drop. Read.

At least I’m safe inside my tumblr

8 days until I’m all clear from joining the 27 club and like.... anyone just wanna talk on the phone?

Drink the hunch punch. Dance on tables.

When will you stop being for everybody?

Let me creep into what I call home. Let me slumber on the sheets of the unknown. Let me ravel in my choices. Allow me to relic in vices. They shush the sound. My heart's bloodhound. Seeking grace. Echoless face. But we must remain. We must retain. Hope. Not in the now, But in the becoming. What you see- It's merely an image of the ill me. What's within thee isn't quite as clearly Made out so easy. No, it's not that simply. Played. Come in close so we can fit the frame. No, we will not hesitate. The past will elaborate. So close, and you know we're breathing flames. Lions. Yeah, we're bout the game. Kick. Punt. And we in this thing KDD we throwing slang. Because We can't annunciate. Pinkies out, pinky rings 2017. 1993.