frostbiteme

killing time now feel like my wants are self serving highlighted by self scorn well i am so well deserving swerving lane hopping frogger trying not to get smoked till i yearn for a hit im a fiend till i croak not ok this is not joy im so damn displeased like im broke and somehow broken atlas world im on knee sees the day imagined brighter ness loch theres no proof glimpse it gone quantum mechcanic proton one man aloof