ahaha, someone surfed my blog from a philadelphia school computer. i should probably put some mature flags on here, if only for my coarse language.
"you could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin
or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me anything)
any face that you wanted me to be seen
we're damned by the existential moment where
we saw the couple in the coma
and it was, we were the cliche
but we carried on anyway"