1. There are seventy-five thousand fireflies and one million razor blades Catching the light Exploding in the dark Severing little handymen Drooling like gumless mouths This is what occurs when the earth exhales like nobody’s business douses its sorrow in petrol and submits to tidal friction. 2. Five years later my hands will be just as dry as they are now I will have artist’s lungs...
lauren; to pass the time, i make armies from a box of matches. says (5:05...– Context: I was listening to “Leif Erikson” by Interpol, which was shown on my MSN. I love Lauren Davis with all of my heart and more (some spleen, a lot of renal arteries, and a bit of esophagus).