C

Crumpling dollars crunching bones creeping you out

To be in a world without Consequences

Or creationism, but that has nothing to do. Except for you.

Critical Crash Landings

"i was walking on feet
just like my fathers
and my knees were trying to reach you
at your mothers
cause my nose was screaming that you
smelled like a lover
but my hands were happy to treat you
like a brother then" animal collective grass