This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep





Just a little self-portrait. Why do they always come out looking so depressing?

Jon said it didn't look like me at first until I took of my glasses and stared at him for a bit, then he was like "Holy shit. How'd you do that?" I guess they do really change the way my face looks.

I'm owned by well, me... and I guess Jon and to a degree my parents? Do not trace, copy, or edit.