August 12, 2011 § 1 Comment
that loving decadence. that love gone cadence. that long-lost fragrance.
marks the end of capital nations and of capitalization’s and of casual vocations.
the meaning of dire straights. the summer of eights and our pointless fates.
as we crawl and slide and tumble backwards screaming into the night that everything was worth it. everything will be ok. everything is just fine.
everything is just fine.