once upon a time when the world was just a pancake

despite the weight pressing on me, making it hard to move from place to place, i've spent a good deal of today smiling.

in an attempt to trace the reason for the consistant revelation of my teeth to the world, i've only been able to come up with a drunken man named paul vomiting all over me as motivation.

fucked up, i know. but then, everything's fucked up from time to time.