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


they went all day searching and i had my fingers curled and my cuticles cut. barefoot in snow to cadillac, kissed on the cheek by woman with dentures. 50 miles later you'd make plans to put all ten toes in plastic bags with preserving solution, instead you'd waste your money on video arcades. my view was blocked by the crack in my glasseye and a pier overhanging the sundown and mirror houses. spinning around in huge teacups, i wondered if you loved me enough to give me a kidney.
d-land