on full nights, i don't mean to tease. but when the lights on the bridge shine down on the water and my ears ring from this evening's living room amp riot, i feel like a cat, and, having no desire to eat you, am content to just dangle you here for awhile. it's not that i don't care, i just don't care now.
this is just what happens when the little girl who orchestrated epic hot wheels crashes with all the cars grows up. smash smash smash
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