The sky is blue, the grass is brown. My head is buried inside this helmet. The ever present threat of parasites. So take my hand, let's get these motors running.
So this is continuous happiness. You know, I always. Imagined it something more. With the right drapes, the right paints. The right frames, this could really work.
I hope this feeling never goes away. Never sleep at night, drift in and out all day. Try and get the best of me, living life this way. . You gotta push yourself today.