electrical currents shorting out my gelatin mind all the time, it's such a wonder my head don't blow like a halogen bulb peach schnapps in plastic cups i trust you've got nothing but good intentions
feelin' so matryoshka but i have lost my painted doll likeness it's been such a bore just thinking of ways to fill a day lately all these paper clones have lost their fun now you've grown so sick of my wooden affection
i know the night the void the darkness belong to you Rhonda i know but this sudden rot has caught me totally off-guard and i don't have a clue how to own it like you do could you teach me how to break down with elegance?
Rhonda don't leave me to crumble at your feet has something happened between us? you used to be so sweet