Tall. Faraway eyes. Prone to thinking everything or nothing at all. Confused, frantic, chilled. Too many dreams in my head. They breed, and I’m beggining to figure out how.
I write an awful lot. 99% of it it utter wank and useful only for it’s unhinged surrealist value. Thankfully, only those who get me when I’m very drunk with acess to my notebooks will encounter it.