>it is this photo or the next, where i love you. so which you will i see: someone’s rich little girl or she weilding beauty’s hammer? no though it is you i love, here you’re grey. grey and sparse, a shell of our performer but gorgeous beyond their compare. for they are fools and perpetrators of gold and folly and know nothing of beauty. yeah,that’s a good feeling, now .
comparing photos, i only have
the strength to love one: i cant see the heat in anything wrong
if you turn the volume down the echoes are gone and n the crazy is from another world.