it's another bag of bones for the gods to sort.
it's just another bag of bones for the gods to sort.
and there's NOTHING left over to go get no more.
it's not what we're owed but it's what we've earned. it's closer than we realize.
it's time now to burn.
kevin devine will you marry me?
i keep having to rub my temples and tell myself two things.
that i am not in control of anything at all whatsoever.
and that the force in charge of everything happens to be my Dad who will work all things out for the most amazing times of my life. and trust trust trust will be my best friend right now.
"i do not exist" we faithfully insist.
only you exist.
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