Have I mentioned that CocoRosie is some of the most sorrowful yet captivatingly beautiful music which I have ever had the pleasure of coming across?
Because it's true.
I've been listening and drawing all day.
Class should be over eventually. Good. I need cigarettes and home and just alot of things which I'm not capable of getting right now.
and still your lips remain unopened
with stiff cement blockades. not in mouths
but over hearts - turned stiff and solid
they are held together by cracks and threads
like you and myself.
the days have passed and "eighteen"
with all of its glorious seduction
is nothing more than a cock tease
so who is left to take care of me?