strangers when we meet

Sorrow, grief, rage, hurt, betrayal. Sadness. I have lost the very last person I trusted.

I have lately developed a nervous tic, wherein the upper left lip starts twichting and I find myself snarling involuntarily.

Pop and rock are helping me cope. Also, friends. God, I love my friends.

Coil - Bang Bang (live)

The Rolling Stones - Far Away Eyes