And I swear that I
Don't have a gun.
London. Cornwall. Coming and going. Appointments. Deadlines. Back in my cage. Fleeting kisses. I love you all.
Call me. Write me a letter.
Just don't forget, I have no address.
Skin poppies.
Respiratory failure.
C-C-C-Coma.
About Me
- ChemiKaze
- Some bizarre amalgamation of a trillion different colours and half as many resonant notes has come together to create me. I'm short of both temper and stature, vegan, not so bad at cooking, a heavy drinker, a chemical craver, and stronger than you.
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