What a poison to dream of and wrap my head around
I see you in the hallways and I'm curious what you think of me
Am I dirt to you like so many others are to me?
Maybe you can use me then to grow
And I guess I'll never know
But you can't stay mad forever
Unless you decide to live in the past
But that would be your own problem
I want to write to you over the summer
While my back breaks on a thoughtless commitment for something I don't really know if I want
But the pain of your rejection would crush me like a bug
It's a fitting punishment really
I'm an insect after all
I guess I have 3 months to make my choice
Maybe it will be impulsive
Maybe I will think about it forever
But then I would be living in the past too
And that's my own problem
Is there really no other way to do this?
I didn't know what else I was going to do
Opposites don't attract
And I don't think trees and flowers can grow in gunpowder watered with gasoline
It's self destructive
I hope my skull cracks and I can find the answer
A breath of fresh air might help
I haven't had any in a while
But that's my own fault
Hell, everything's my fault...
how come that owl doesnt have any eyeballs?
>>36254429
Its sleeping
>>36254429
it's an owl pretending to be an alien
your mind is tricking you into thinking to be an owl but it alien through the lenses of your eyes into photon manopulations
>>36254458
Fucking hell! In highschool I took a photoshop class and made an album using something close to that for a cd cover project
>>36254564
notice the alien bone blending into their human host body to avoid zray decet