lazarus reedallen
RECENTPROFILEFRIENDSARCHIVETHEMEI'm still crashing all the funerals of these people that I never knew. So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. I'm stuck in a coma, stuck in a never ending sleep. And some day I will wake up and realize I made up everything. We can all hang ourselves from gold chandeliers and drink good bye to all. All the pain and fears loose lips have sunk this ship to a shallow grave, washed up upon the rocks. I won't be saved, I won't be saved.