« Evil Soy |
| The Function of Anger »
For those that love me, I still feel you.
Just waiting for those angels cleverly disguised as buttheads, those rubberneckers and trolls, to drift away.
And for that thing inside of me to say Now.
Then change, glorious change. Deep, luscious, Yes.
08:15 PM in DG Essence, Human Torch | Permalink