Unnecessary functions on a functionless day. So I heard that you've learned not to trust again and that you are building machines in your cellar. Bottomless bottom. The pungent smell of humanity lurks everywhere. It is a love/hate relationship. I wouldn't hate you so much if i didn't love you so much. Dripping passion from his tears. He has dreams much worse than yours. He's seen murders. The air is stale with your desire, but he has dreams and has stopped caring what you think of him. All he needs is a gun and white light, or a shovel and two arrows to jam through his heart when he stops thinking. He can die. He can't breathe with you judging him. He can't love with you lying to him--even if those lies are just in dreams.