
Ten seconds left until midnight
Nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye
Eight faces turned away from the shock
Seven windows and
Six of them were locked
Five stories falling
Fourever and ever
Three cheers to the mirror
now there are Two of us
can we have One last dance?

A Vacant Affair.
Reasons to Leave.
in stores now.

when you’re still hungover.
“I would trade every painting of christ for a single snapshot.”
- George Bernard Shaw
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- w.b. yeats