johnny*johnny*american*laid
fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

leaving me here, alone with all my wrongs.


Wednesday, Mar. 19, 2003
so many words rolling around in my head, like expectation alone will kick them out of me. i want to fall down and cry for forgiveness while i don't feel sorry for what i've done.

so kill me gently, with the only tenderness you may have left, and leave me here in this desert with ghosts as my only comfort.

:: 2:00 am ::

now playing ... car drives by.

heads :: tales