Ever wonder where you dreams go to? You’ve got it, collected in your heart. You feed it collective hipster thoughts and toy with the idea of regaining consciousness and let it sleep it the clouds of your brain. And, suddenly you’ve smoked, puked and drained it out of any realistic creation. Well,…
Ship in a bottle going nowhere because you’re already stuck there.
Stitch Therapy (Emma Parker)
Yes… Some fucking words on a granny napkin. It helps sometimes, sometimes when you need a little help.
Live life to live. And, love.
Yeah, no.
Wait for never. Never land, that is.
Let’s drive no where and soon we’ll be there. And, everywhere. Just wait for it.
Trippyy. Meow, bee-otch.