Sunday, October 11, 2009

GOOD MORNING

My dreams are confusing me. And TapTap still makes me really anxious. And the smell of paint smells like that summer that RV said I could've died. They're painting the hallways white, and it's even whiter now.

I need a haircut because these old hairs are taking me down, and I need to stay on top.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)