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


wanted: conspiracy theorist, person who can dance to 'el presidente' without looking too freaky, someone who can type faster than me, someone who knows all the words to ferris buellers day off, someone obsessed with streetlights, highways, cars(not necessarily nice ones or ones that run), traffic islands, pavement, mica, gravel, concrete, water, blood, cigarettes, coffee, tea, grandparents, faux fur, mowing the lawn, childrens pools, patios, fireworks, sunroofs, cats, poking fun at razor skooters, is able to skateboard, wears nice clothing including ocassional modsquad wear, quadraphenia, blur, pulp, anything british including fake accent, motorscooters, anything that moves, anything that breathes, adventuring under bridges, nail polish, eyebrows, reading irvine welsh and rod stewart listening. write me, write me, please please please.

yo, [email protected], you know the score.

d-land