Comatose. Eyes half closed. Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn.
DAMMIT SHERIFF I THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL, MAN
DICK MOVE. DICK. MOVE.
found myself awake at 5:30 this morning, so of course i rolled over, opened the macbook, and continued with The Adventures of Raylan Givens.
"The Treaty of Versailles: Not really a treaty, more like a time-out."
i just accidentally wrote this song for about the thousandth time