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...

matchbook!

shaaa!

so, uhhh....
i thought i had something to say, but obviously i was mistaken...
"shaaa, later days"


-el

long lived...