I’ve spent half my life searching for the truth. The left half of my life.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousYou don’t have the shadow volume to sit next to me in the sunshine of truth.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousWhen the war comes, you’ll find me on the front line, with some crayons, coloring outside the lines.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousI love women’s breasts. I love how they don’t blink when I stare at them.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousMy printer printed off blank pages. Is my printer out of ink, or do I just have nothing to say?
Seriously delirious, but not at all serious