the concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of conviction-less existence. well it must be difficult, being so gorgeous. claiming to be the kings and queens, but it's all of nothing. this shall pass. megalomania. congradulations on mutiliation for a life. i'm going to hope for you, i'm going to pray for you, amongst the wreckless(ness) and the black(ness). my time is yours, my friend. we all find ourselves so horribly weak. (Oh God)- here's an offering.