I’m not sick but I’m not well —
“I wanna publish ‘zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn’t hurt, it feels fine“ (“Flagpole Sitta” by Harvey Danger) Fuck, I love this song.
You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.
“I wanna publish ‘zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn’t hurt, it feels fine“ (“Flagpole Sitta” by Harvey Danger) Fuck, I love this song.