You can’t go it alone. You’ll never make it. And you should know that. But somewhere along the line, being stupid became romanticized. The result? An endless parade of legless runners, wingless fleas, and blind accountants. A freakshow of scandalized linens. A postcard from tomorrow’s broken incisors.
When you smile, I can see your teeth. It makes me wonder what you’ve been sinking them into.
Ethan Abides 