ain’t nothin’ but mammals

love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket / like the lost catacombs of egypt only god knows where we stuck it

keep talking

so i’m sitting listening to keep talking and i’m swept up in the brilliance, marveling over the fact stephen hawking’s doing the voiceover, on this song on this album about communication & did you know douglas adams named the album, the division bell — it’s what they ring when parliament is deadlocked. pink floyd. stephen [...]

ahh

i’m the root of all that’s evil yeah but you can call me cookie

remember: all talk

for however long, it was all need, all the time; then abruptly the urgency was gone. she slipped out the window leaving a pillowy decoy wadded up under covers like the horny adolescent we once were; strange what desire will make foolish people do. would that i could have just said good riddance, laid down [...]

the original version of layla is better

i also suck at phone sex.

they make fosters in canada. it says so right here on the can.

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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