yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i got a nosebleed at two and since then i've been tunneling around in piles of rubbish trying to find tissues, trying to find a way out. if you should find yourself under a thousand layers of clothing asking why and finding itchy patches on already pathetic skin, or coupons you clipped in 1994 when money was tight and christmas lists with pictures cut out of magazines before you could write, should you find these things, address them to me. i'm never going to break your heart or clean the hair out of your drain.
d-land