CROSSROAD
i woke up one morning and the quivering hasnt stopped ever since so how about no longer buying mornings peeling off the dream how about waking up for the sake of the smell of a freshly printed rich black for the sake of the chopsticks and the madness all rolled up in ginkgo and served raw if i had a choice itd be impossible to choose like this its too easy and unbearable two giants confronted a colossal gigantic fight inside of me one has too many fanatics behind another has me only please make me a company.
