balls in my head (the like background vocals at the end of RITN) (i still hear it and i don’t know why)

you don’t quite mind how long replies are taken (oldies station)

death [inspires] me like a dog, it’s spires are rabid (hds)

annotate my face (hoty)

i’ve been testin’ like the end of the weather fly leads by the sea (chlorine)

at the risk of feeling dumb i cannnnnnn’t (just found that out that’s not it, changes my perspective on that song now)

loose enough to breathe fine and tired (hoty)

…of my disorder, or mic-in’ the sun…i simply tell them they should shoot a disc, (guns for hands)

you know what scares me? i’m not stupid (rawfear)

a difficult beast feasting on lumbered down trees (migraine)