Cherub Rock
Mean.
Rock.
Reminds me of an open road of disgust and regret and cigarettes.
Hounds tooth jackets and brill creamed hair.
Shoulder punches.
Bad breath.
Broken hearts and butter tarts.
From January to September, the light lasts a little longer each day.
posted by Matt McKechnie @ 2:38 PM Comments: 0
I'm curious about this thing we call life and the inception of the whole ideology.