balsa wood doesn't glue.
and my hands are shaking. little fault lines running down my veins, turning my hands to strange landscapes where the sidewalk splits cleanly into two disjointed pieces, and i hit all the wrong keys as i try to type.
and my hands are shaking. little fault lines running down my veins, turning my hands to strange landscapes where the sidewalk splits cleanly into two disjointed pieces, and i hit all the wrong keys as i try to type.