| your intestines smell of an ignited elevator shaft |
mod | retro | sign | rings | profile | notes | toothpaste | design | vagabonds | host i have not seen the UPS man drive up my road in about 5 days. i am beginning to fear that perhaps my dear friend and deliverer wyatt has met an untimley demise. i'll never forget his firm handshakes and silly little mustache that he shaved off every spring. maybe if i put on my UPS shirt and go lie in the middle of the road i will send him some parcel-esque vibes and he will come visit me again |