all those coming of age (specifically 19 and above) say aie! for the secrets of the (unburied) past are back to take their toll and reclaim lives. no matter how we deny and quit playing games. still everybody burn at the stake for we hereby swear that we secretly hum and know from memory every word of them lyrical pieces that have befallen upon us anywhere for thee. them males and females ring around the mulberry bush drowning in shallow dignity as we raise these hands for praise of such (distasteful) sins. you know you want it that way. yet harbour we shall and with unchaste fingers quicken their pace against the keyboards to search for that shape of tune that will make such living incomplete.


honey that's no lie.