Sunday, August 14, 2011

Lazy Bones

I refuse to wear clothes. I neglect a proper meal or meal time. I forget about sleep. I keep needing to push my glasses higher up my nose and I keep writing words that never make sense the next day. I don't want to take pictures of your faces. I don't want anything.

What day is it?

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)