Stimulant. Controlled substance. Dangerous, scary stuff. Your heart can and will explode. You will be able to taste sound.
Says medical authority.
Feel weighty and befuzzed, jet lag from a trip to the moon, considering taking a nap under my desk.
Says I.
Stimulant. Controlled substance. Dangerous, scary stuff. Your heart can and will explode. You will be able to taste sound.
Says medical authority.
Feel weighty and befuzzed, jet lag from a trip to the moon, considering taking a nap under my desk.
Says I.
The festival doesn't allow returns and the only thing they suggest is to stand outside the cinema on the day and hawk my ticket in person (no, I'll be at Jay Kelly on the other side of the river).
The festival doesn't allow returns and the only thing they suggest is to stand outside the cinema on the day and hawk my ticket in person (no, I'll be at Jay Kelly on the other side of the river).
Making gentle *ting ting ting* noises as he drinks from his enamel water dish.
Because his lil pink tongue is covered in tiny, flesh-ripping spikes.
Cats are punk rock as hell.
Making gentle *ting ting ting* noises as he drinks from his enamel water dish.
Because his lil pink tongue is covered in tiny, flesh-ripping spikes.
Cats are punk rock as hell.