a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
02 Jul 2012 | weeds
All made out of ticky-tacky. Missed cue for a graceful exit.
I mean what am I supposed to do? Go to college? Grad school? Work? Look around we all live in public now, we’re all on the internet. How do you think people become famous anymore? You don’t have to achieve anything! You just gotta have fucked up shit happen to you.