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


my memories are like snapshots of people you lost a long time ago and you gasp and point to your favorite couch that you threw away after she spilled milk on it and the lamp your father threw against the wall in your old house that has all of your mildewed demons in basement file boxes for the new owners to show to the neighbors.
d-land