disney/prozac hybrid



he brakes the perfect pitch

his "improvisations"

drown on the corners of the sofa

"because,

i'd rather watch a million breasts exposed than a single bomb fall on a village"

and now the jazz

borrowed from a minute

in the afternoon

thought delayed gratification was good

i cant explain why because i wasnt paying attention to what led up to this

pastlifefishinabowl