what is love? i honestly think i used to know, and perhaps it's a barrage of media, literature and emotion that's causing me to question. i don't want to bastardize the one thing i hold sacred.
the leaves bubbled on concrete. strong wind and moving trees.
i never was on safety patrol.
zombies + love + fire + tits + rock and fuckin' roll + howling at the moon = wild zero
i would totally do guitar wolf.