dawin deez creates some pretty good shit.

'Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are

there's a million little lights when the sky turns black tonight
are there patterns in our skies, are patterns only in our eyes?'

'you and i are sitting on the ocean floor

you were tired of swimming and you're so bored'

'my dna is running out i am not the guy who makes you smile now and when we talk it's not the same but i already lost the gene for feeling pain'

'i hope that the last the page of your 800 page novel is missing and i hope that it rains if you leave the window down on your red mustang. i hope that your team lost; i hope your new girl takes off with a new guy. and i would like to be your girlfriend so i could dump you and i would like to be your garbage man so i would never have to pick up your trash again. maybe you should wonder why your apartment is always so empty. well i hope you get locked out of that apartment and have to call jenny'

something about the crazy hair, ankle bashing skinny jeans, weird head bands, strange deck shoes and odd pairs of glasses is actually quite attractive to me... am i losing it or what? i think they call it love!