Are you beginning to feel that bleeding should be reciprocal?
What is practical?
What words rhyme with orange and the red bornagain feeling? Okay? Reject them? I'm torn. What is property? What is propaganda? What mourning? Wet morning? Weather seems to end somewhere? Well you just said... is tragedy the highest form of art? Fuck that. True. But it is pretty mutual, beautiful. This storm is. This blues troop. I can go for that. Ruthlessly. 'Til the real thing comes along
