he’s making it hopthis is the only thing I care about
I was into punk rock back when I was in high school. I used to go around to dive venues and take photographs. But now it’s been just much more about the country stuff and soulful folk.
The gavel corrupts.
The bold little boy with wild black hair and laughing eyes was a man grown now, one-and-twenty, and still he played his games.
Bitch it’s 6 am, time for my fucking walk!