Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Love’s Loft, Lost

NOOOOOOOOOO!

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

NOOOOOOOOOO!

I’m sorry, buddy.

ALL OF MY RELATIONSHIPS END THIS WAY.

Badly?

I WAS BEING MORE SPECIFIC: ALL OF MY RELATIONSHIPS END WITH A BLIMP CRASHING INTO A FIELD VERY SLOWLY.

You have a type.

I AM GOING TO BE ALONE FOREVER.

No, you’re not. You’ll find someone. And then they won’t pop.

THEY ALL POP. LOVE IS MERELY THE PERIOD BEFORE DEFLATION.

Aw.

1 Comment

  1. I’ve been waiting all day for this!

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