eye NEED this is not a scene....

today is....  september eighteenth....

today....  eye need.... this is not a scene....  it is a god damn arms race....

eye need the lies eye weave to be so intricate....

eye need to use my weapons in the form of words....

eye need all the boys on the dance floor getting louder....  and....  all the girls whose lips could not move fast enough....

sing.... until your lungs give out....  

eye need to paint your trash gold....