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'm on my own with the snowfall and with the incessant police sirens. my finger tips are burned from holding the match too long to light my cigarette. my ears are popping like i'm going up a mountain, like i'm climbing mt.washington. i need carolina to read my palm and tell me that my life line wraps around my body and that i'll live forever. i can be so beautiful some days and so ugly the next. i've been thinking about wedding rings and why youre wearing one and i'm not.

i spent the morning with my mother. she made me breakfast and talked about lesbianism. my mother is amusing, she's like a teenager sometimes. like, my father says not to leave me home alone with boys and she says 'dont get pregnant' and leaves. or, when my father sees porn on tv, he changes the channel. when my mother sees it she squints at the tv and says 'is that a dildo?'. my mom is sad because she's not who my father wants her to be.

you, you can sing me anything.


d-land