Sticky Soul In Outer Space by flammablesquids

cold, the smell of firewood, and not cigarettes

i was thinking that maybe this could be the afterlife by flammablesquids

?, i guess i'm doing all of this again

-fin by flammablesquids

Dearest soul mate -- I'm leaving soon, leaving you with songs.

you, me, and everyone we'll ever be

Daisy Chains, And How The Universe Tastes by flammablesquids

here's to hoping the world is flat, here's to hoping you're not a figment of my imagination