Paige Johnson’s Reviews > Crime Songs > Status Update

I have a Lana Del Rey story in here c:

“Carmen reads my horoscope, though I don’t know what a star shape matters to my circuitry or the roadmap of tomorrow”

She perks up like espresso-shocked, cooing about escaped zoo flamingos and good horoscopes.”

My girl Carmen says it’ll take four hours from Delray Beach to Brentwood, but I’ll clock three, geeked off some white picket lines with leftovers in my pocket. Still got a tank with room for more Americana”

“What’s Florida for if not fleeing cities in a little red bullet car?”