Hungry Ghost - Starfucker
Play this at my funeral.
(via loveyourchaos)
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats,
With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats,
To keep their little heads,
From falling in the snow,
And I turned ‘round and there you go,
And Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
(via loveyourchaos)
