Murphy

I can answer my own questions till my brain hurts - I could draw analogies to brick walls and pounding reds and sandpaper tongues, but you get my drift.

I have world-to-explode-in-your-face scenarios lined up in neat, pedantic rows adrift all that in my head, just bursting to happen and

I've surrounded my life around you, and I think it's time to stop, and so do you. I can answer my own questions and it is fucking with me.