(Source: stonerparty)
Coffee Stained Silence
I once saw someone crying under this underpass, nose tucked into the sleeve of a pink sweatshirt. I hurt for her, and it made me feel less alone. I was once very nearly arrested on top of this underpass. The pig was fat, southern, and pissed off. His mouth hung like a dark moldy cavern when he was not using it to scream. I felt like I was not the only one who saw and heard these things. I was not the only one who could not lay to rest his contradictions. I do not think this is a good thing.
