all ties are severed.

"all ugly thoughts are gone. i'm sure we'll all be friends. i'll try to break your back, you'll try to make amends. curse softly to me baby and smother me in your love. temptation comes not from hell, but from above. and there's blood on my teeth when i bite my tongue to speak. sit me down, kiss me there i can smile now, you won't find out, ever."

"my curse" -the afghan whigs-

by this time next week, i'll be in chicago.

new beginnings.