I’m not sick but I’m not well —
“I wanna publish ‘zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn’t hurt, it feels fine“ (“Flagpole Sitta” by Harvey Danger) Fuck, I love this song.
Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.
“I wanna publish ‘zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn’t hurt, it feels fine“ (“Flagpole Sitta” by Harvey Danger) Fuck, I love this song.