One day, my darling, my dearest…
it’s us in the new year
i’m leaving home so shove off
My generation, faced as it grew with a choice between religious belief and existential despair, chose marijuana. Now we are in our Cabernet stage.
we’re meant to be. you need to realize that.
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
I wish you would hug me for two hundred hours, whoever you are. Thank you.