Windowless rooms drive my krazy
caustic disturbance in my krazed mind keeps me fluttering like a one winged butterfly among the charging ants smelling of my weakness. I face the awekward silence with you in my thoughts. Madness.
Cybertronic Synthetic Vasoline Whore.
my title says it all. Love me or not.
We all love the earth
I think this is the only picture that actually shows my true instinct when the camera flashes. You strive to make things go away, you are my reality. Counting Crows feeds the soul..and the love of my existance protects my fragility.