Fugitives & Refugees has me glued to its numerous amounts of intense sheets,
All I did from 1am-5am was read between the lines & analyze it all at once. That, and watching nothing but Iggy Pop on YouTube. Lounging in cold satin sheets and sips of warm coffee.
Light as a feather, grey antics.
Only a photo like this or anything close, could ruin my day.
The form of my jealousy has extended its peek, I'm more or less driven to a cantankerous mood.
