Dearest Perth

You are our sin, our soul.

We're madly in love with you and it's not because of your brains or your personality. It's because you're beautiful, inside and out. You've got this kind of fucked up face but perhaps an amazing body, i'm not sure how to put it. We love your nooks and crannys; the crook in your elbow. Heres some evidence to those fuckers who have fallen out of love with you.

shut up with the if, and/or buts!!! love perth for what it is.

Today marked the day of this birds death, it's wing span imprinted on the window it mistakenly flew into. It was presumably dead since it had fallen two stories down but after close inspection we realised its small body was slowly rising. So we figured we might as well chose its death bed, may you rest in peace. This death was much more... lets say delicate than the others we have seen in the past. Once a couple years past we noticed similiar wingspan marks on a window except this time its guts were splattered around. Bye Bye Birdie.

Your sins come form your groundings and your soul lies in your city, atleast for these two love-fools.