"Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?"
I remember that time you told me you said
"Love is touching souls"
But surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
You’re in my blood, you’re my holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet
no but really short people are so mean dude. i got a lot of short friends and they kinda scare me
us tall people are so nice and soft-hearted and everyone always picks on us for being tall and we’re like “haha yeah”
short people will easily start planning a murder if u pick on them
its because all of our hate is condensed into a small space.