“I guess that cunt’s gettin’ eaten.”
savon du midi
“Feet don’t fail me now.”
Oh, the times where you cannot decide weather your drunken adventure was an phenomenal achievement for your social life, or you probably just ended up changing everything for the worse …
“You know those days, when you wanted to choose to not get out of bed, and get lost in your head again.”
“The wrong questions, with the wrong replies. Wrong.”
“Now you’ve got someone to protect.”
“And I don’t know where I’ll go, and I don’t know what I’ll see. But I’ll try not to bring it back home with me.”
“Shaky are the hands, that guide the wind.”
“I do not understand, why do I stress the man? When there’s so many better things at hand.”
“Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger. I reason with my cigarette, and say your hair’s on fire, you must have lot’s of wits, yeah.”
“Metallic, carnage. Furiocity, feel the speed.”
“There’s no silence, I will keep following the silence.”
“Don’t even try and explain how it’s so different when we kiss.”
“Both under influence, we had divine sense, to know what to say. Mind is a razorblade.”
“Trouble seems, trouble seems to follow you. It’s always ‘round you, like some thing you subscribed to.”
