everything looks beautiful from far away
smoke rises... ash tray
sweet air of the kindest death,
he will never quit.
alcohol makes it,
it all better, we'll fix it..
fix it all again.
things that destroy me
make me happier than ever
my vices are me.
what would i do if,
if i could really see you?
someday we might know.
hah...
sweet air of the kindest death,
he will never quit.
alcohol makes it,
it all better, we'll fix it..
fix it all again.
things that destroy me
make me happier than ever
my vices are me.
what would i do if,
if i could really see you?
someday we might know.
hah...
posted by Rustikoppphh at 1:33 AM
5 Comments:
"sweet air of the kindest death,"
it seems so many of us here in our 'community' know this all too well.
what is air but what we take into our bodies...
its all a bit too sweet and all a bit too destructive.
sorry for the corniness, im drunk and sitting across the room from you...
i think thats funny
(good thing the cartoon was funny and everyone else was laughing when i started laughing at myself...phew, got away with looking a little crazier than i am)
update
update
UPDATE
goddanmitman!
what?
im not feeling really creative right now...
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