Can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer?
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.
i would contemplate existentialist bullshit if the trees weren't
f****** STARING ME DOWN
this can't seriously be a m************ lake.
this makes no g****** sense i'm going home (f*** this)
at least til i get some head of illusion
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.
i would contemplate existentialist bullshit if the trees weren't
f****** STARING ME DOWN
this can't seriously be a m************ lake.
this makes no g****** sense i'm going home (f*** this)
at least til i get some head of illusion