totally trying something
Ripe is the time for the flight of plight from my mind
to escape the array of city bourne decay
bulemic, anemic, pesse-sqeemic
"in the mornings my penis rises up like a pheonix
Sometimes Im ashamed of humanity, saddened by all the failed potential. Other times, i am inspired, full of hope and faith, proud to be here now, to be apart of the struggle alongside you. It seems I never stay in one state of mind or the other, but constantly bounce from one to the other.
The High Highs, and the Low Lows