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 my foot caught in the storm drain and cathleen found a rare seaweed. the rocks made me twist and crack my ankles. the ocean smells like the spring working but the shoreline would tell you otherwise with the snow dripping and caking onto cars.i would scale the wall in platform shoes to make it back to graphite chairs and the back of your head.
d-land