i was kissing you, but i could only see your back, the nape of your neck and the collar of your shirt. after the kiss, you pulled away... your face was morphed into an octopus, it's tentacles latching onto me but never sticking. they were pulling at the particles floating by in the air, i could feel myself observing. there wasn't any emotion.

crying in casablanca.

everyone is the same.

cry your eyes and tease me baby

we fucked like a nuclear war, watching the fallout fly back up.