what a mess(iah)

walden freeman

silent films keep happening in the hdtv's we forgot were our windshields. i grew up swimming in that alligator moat and feeling safe. but it's better to have loved and lost than to have loved loss, because with this horrible rash of healthy skin going around, we've all lost a little hope. these are the sounds the whole world sleeps through. the whole world except for me. absence makes the heart grow fonder, of absence. oh, and my dear, in your headlights i'll be waiting.