i wish god were alive to see this

On A Bench With Your Twisted Fingers In Me, In The Rain With My Sundress Torn Off Of Me, Sliding Down Grassy Slopes Where We Can Be Alone.

Anthony Anzalone sleeps with all the lights on, in his jeans and baubles, and with his mouth wide open. Very uncomfortable looking to these eyes.

And today he flies back to Japan. Always with the trips to Japan, this kid. Let's all wish him a safe trip, free of injuries, free of being committed to an asylum, as he searches the world for his place in it, and a little peace of mind.