I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing (Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I’m Dead)