works archive added8 12 2001

untitled 5 what a great day to be alone how spaceous and comfortable is your lack of presence hold on, lemme plaster on my fake smile dredge through your shit another day act like i'm the one in your weird, weird way call me on the tele whisper to my weak parts speak parts, hold on while i gut wrench my weak heart don't feed me that line motherfucker.