the little drops of blood are soothing me when the come together and it just adds to their beauty i want to rip my veins feel real pain want to break the skin put patterns in places if you put patterns you just wont live take a knife and hear it teer tell someone yeah i've been there it makes me light headed my heart leaden soul too good for you the paperweight masterbates the papers to come to you it sits heavy and serene on thin cream with words out of my mouth like a dream