You Are Your Mother's Only Son And You Are A Desperate One
Life continues to slip through my fingers and I continue to half-heartedly yet desperately grab for it, like a frenzied game show contestant.
Life continues to slip through my fingers and I continue to half-heartedly yet desperately grab for it, like a frenzied game show contestant.
I'm going to give it a stab. Here's my definition for what constitutes a higher form of art (completely made up):