The moustache of my Trotski.

Sometimes, I really envy him. Just now was perhaps the worst of it. He dealt with heartache too. And many times in his life, I'm sure. But he quickly found someone to replace the empty space. His advice is something I place ridiculous amount of worth on, and I try to believe it. But it's hard to think that he knows it when I can see him so happy right in front of me. It's just hard, sometimes. Most days it doesn't hit me like this, but I guess I just still take everything about her too seriously. I guess I felt like I had to meet every expectation on that list, but I don't. I don't know what the fuck I want anymore. It's all so god damn complicated.

Sans toi, je ne peux pas être moi.

Whatever. I am going to publish the song that I wrote today. Maybe re-writing the lines will make this feeling pass faster.

This one's called The Mustache of My Trotski, inspired by Carla Bruni.

You are the joint to my weed,
I am the leaves to your tree,
You are the Chicken McNuggets to my Norfleet,
I am the flame,
You are the oil tanker.
You are the obe to my zags,
I am the flip to your flops,
You are the apple sauce to my Jeff,
And I am the Corona Extra to your Henry.
You're the Bohemian Rhapsody to my Dom,
I am the Japanese to your Dylan,
You are the jeans,
I am the buttons,
I am the Naval,
You are my ice cream.
I am the motion detector at your pahtay,
You are the WFAHQ at my base.
You are Penelope
And I am Odysseus
I am Gilgamesh,
You are the Bull of Heaven.
You are the Elephaz of my Job,
I am the Orff to your Tumpy.
You are the Batman to my Clocktower,
I is the words to your story
You are the Nick to my K.E.P.S.,
I am the spoon,
You are Ryan McKeebie.
You are the sauce of my Prom
I am 10 dollars
You are Bongo Bear
You are Beer,
I am the 'B'.
I am Shmackie
You the Bobby
You are the airplane,
I am the Shoo!
You are awkward peanut butter to my términale
I am the lazy eye,
You are Thom Yorke.
You is the Muse to my Starlight,
I am the Truck Rental
You are Next Car.
I am fish,
You is Jesus.
Y'all the Grendel,
I is the mere.
You're the dragon guarding my goldz,
I the Hrunting,
You da Unferth.
You is da Sidd,
I iz Artha.
You are the Universe to my Across The!
(Solo)

We are THE GREEN MACHINE x20(really fast)

You are rupture of my spleen,
I am the gall stones in your liver.
You are the (Broface) to my disgusting
I am the Bob to your McCarthy Doctor Bob
I am the Hoooold...(rest 5 seconds)
You are the With this!
You the turtle,
I am the BOOM!
You are the sustain (Epiphone face)....to my Ballsy Gibson
I am the minor engine that made Benny Lava
You are the poop on my kneeeeeeee
I am the Narrow Stairs,
You are the Viva La Vida.
You are my Transatlanticism,
I am your Green Eyes.
You are the dopamine to my seratonin,
I am th Tunuk to your Tun
You are the sunshine in my skies,
I brought sexy back
And you wanted it that way.
You put the air in my despair - - - to be continued


Yeah. That did make me feel better. That song is going to be the most epic thing ever.