“Build yourself a bit more To a god, if you see yourself as such You will always crumble at my touch: To dust, and silt, and what your mother Swallowed when she made you. A god can be forgotten For he is fools gold upon Himself, and upon his men; But by the chip on my tongue I will unmake you–the oracle Bones and the psychic on the Corner tell me so.”
— tobi | unnamed women build and break gods (via basiltongrimmpitches)












