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 look forward to those notes under the windshield wipers written in tiny boyish writting with improper english ending with an 'i love you'. i look forward to pulling wool mittens off of warm clammy hands and kissing chapped lips. i look forward to watching you smoke your cigarette on sunday morning, like a ritual, like a poet with your body as paper. when we meet in the shopping mall parking lot where our parents will never find us, we'll be filmed by security guards who look forward to our soap opera.
d-land