They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata

“i don’t think you notice when you see my face i guess you’re waiting to spin me around again wheels i guess are turning somewhere inside my head i know that this is deeper than you get. ..so much for talking, it’s all been said before; i’m hearing something, but i wish you’d just say more.”