act like you know what you are talking about.

when i was a child i used to eat books for breakfast.

he doesn't know voyeur but he knows peeping tom.

how was i to know.

i thought it was a library. is it a museum? a museum of obomba? i feel creepy.

an aubergine pendulum until the last breath

make me wanna holler

neither party's any fuckin' fun.

soul love

that japanese girl song thing that tickles the back your neck and inside your ear like a tiny japanese girl singing

vagabonds of city

what happened to the one living in the tent? that was such a beautiful setting.

why exist, and why jump, it's so impenetrably clear.