ships wrecked concepts disregardable formats and homeostasis point to where your love lies. don't tell me i cannot, i only desire more to crush your expectations beneath the weight of my tap tap tapping keys. don't tell me i should not, i will go through my life in silence listening to your meaningless vowels, expressed only in an attempt to stop your head from aching. hour nine of discontentment: would you trade your inspiration for a grin? what do you think of the gasoline and writers block taking form in my dispose? correct me if i'm wrong but i think i love you.