typhoid going on backwards
full on
not caring where im going not looking not seeing
towards birth
blocks of ice turning into fire
seven shells sinking in a mire
rise back up, and crawl away
***STICKLER*** Doubtful. I will probably disappear when I feel like it, but know this, I will NEVER do what you hope for most.

And for Scott, your love is a sunny day in the Arctic Circle.

You know LadyPictureShow and FliesInTheVasoline, not to mention the ROSES somebody supposedly gave me on my birthday deathbed.

Scott dear, why did you bother roaming through the WickedGarden in the first place?

Where's the leader OF Hell?! damnit
what's it to you?
who go