Im Taylor, an annoying 20 year old ball of energy, anime lover and aspiring photographer.Soulpunx and Honeydips welcome.
Swamp goth blog, cause da swamp follow me where ever I go
Star Trek: Voyager #9, September 1997
Here I go bro
THE SKY! GET IT HAHA *farts*
Welcome to the south
I have a friend who doesn’t know when to leave his ex alone, a friend who steals my booze and a friend who’s almost 30, still wets the bed and begs me to clean it up.
I think it’s time to repair or wipe the roster clean
|Song: Another Bag Of Bones|
|Artist: Kevin Devine|
|Album: Demo |
|Played: 195 times.|
Kevin Devine-Another Bag Of Bones
"It’s a march to extinction with your god in step.
It’s his name in your mouth; it’s his cross on your neck.
It’s a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt,
And he’s panting the ‘Our Father’ in staccato spurts.
Now that’s his automatic rifle and it tells no lies;
It’s his truth in your stomach, it’s no alibi.
But the trouble lies on the other side,
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night.
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky,
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure.
It’s collateral damage; it’s the cost of war.
It’s another bag of bones for the Gods to sort.”
back in my day, we cleaned our room before taking nudes