I cannot believe we are so poorly made as that. Incapable of surviving in the state to which we are born. Grown so used to the yoke that there can be no progress without it.
i will retire to the salton sea / at the age of twenty-three / for i’m starting to learn i may never be free / but though i may never be free / fuck you and your money / i’m tired of your money
and i sit on the curb cause it’s the prettiest night / with no one else in sight / you know i wore this dress for you / these killer heels for you