i feel like i got murdered in my sleep. i felt the footsteps. i died in a car crash too the other day..i have fanatasies, i dream. perfect ways to die dont exist, like driving for hours and hours at night with the most important person in the world to you..and then getting into a car crash and doing something to show you care before it happens. i wont ever swallow a star..but logic is only a last resort to those who dont hold a second dimension in their own minds.every time anyone gets on their knees to pray, well it makes the telephone ring, and i'll be damned. you move your mouth, you shake your tongue, you vibrate my eardrums.