"Bring it to your lips and experience. The sulfur infect everything that we've created. Don't twist this around. Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong. Tendons are torn and screams are released; into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere. We're composing our funeral songs, note, note by note. We're composing our funeral songs, note, note by note. With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion. What if the clouds are, are fragments of mistakes, fabricated by the factors of our foolishness? We're composing our funeral songs, note, note by note. We're composing our funeral songs, note, note by note. Prove me wrong!" - TWDP
Yeah, Corey; Single, and kindof looking. I'm not exactly sympathetic, so don't expect it. I'm not a victim, so fuck the sympathy. I have wanted to stop caring. My trust in individuals is rare. End of discussion.
This picture is pretty old. I may look the same, but my attire does not.
