modern masterpiece?

ill keep it true

you love what you fuck
and you fuck
what you love

i know, that you fuck
what you love
and you love
what you fuck.

[disregard all contents from here on out]

i don’t love i just fight with the violence in ourselves

i know your dying
i know it’s true
i know theirs seven thousand things you rather be and rather do,
and i know……..that you fuck what you love
and you love what you fuck.

how ending starts

if anything was learned these past 6 months, it was that you are an awful person [too]

We’re moderate, we modernize
till our hell is a good life

(even your friends look worried)

banana fever

you’re a mess

i have finally moved to brooklyn:

you say you just don’t know
if you can take this city
cos the rent’s high
and the war’s on
and it’s last call
even your friends look worried

this website’s a prison, these broken blogs aren’t your friend

Dear Readers:

I was planning dramatic reenactments of events long past! Reinvigorating this blog with a shot of vitamin Alec. Alas, this blog is thoroughly broken: I cannot retrieve my email, video’s will not work, and various elements of design are fucked.

I apologize. I will come again and I will try to get this fucking thing working. But it may involve some bumpy steps and profuse profanity.

Sincerely yours,
Alec