on this, like any other grey rain soaked monday. imogen dreams of razor blades and fire. all those beautiful common distractions to a life so occasionally not well lived. then, i am the same me of the same you of the same way we love like merry-go-rounds and dreams of unkempt back gardens. all these cello-tape desires. imogen has cheap big dreams of bedrooms and custom fencing. and maybe a pit bull. or two.