consequence TrueNihilism Waltz with me. We've got a crawling lie. We've got a walking truth. Running worries. Stuck wheels and mirrored second hands. Smaller than our regrets. Push it out of the ditch. Slippery wine pours from my lips. Roll with me alone in a spiralled existance. All I see is you. I'll be who you want me to be. I promise. 030807 ... spoken the sound of a lonely heart string plucked so hard it changed a guitar into a flute prefer the guitar 090420 what's it to you? who go blather from