[writes paper] this doesnt make any sense [prints it] [doesn’t proofread] [hands it in for a grade]
"This is gospel for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies, from pieces of broken memories." "I ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate. They fill with fire, exhale desire. I know it’s dire, my time today."
MASH UP: This Is Gospel by Panic! at the Disco (vs) Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots