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 did something dumb, michael. i know you'll find out about it so i might as well tell you now. the way you said that i could regress from walking to crawling, my dear, how accurate. i found weebles in the bedsheets and how i missed your smell and stiff stains. i had him over today. we talked mafia, we talked fucking. jackie said she saw you downtown and my throat coated with mucus and i wished it'd been me to see you because i would have grabbed onto your jacket and thrown you against brickwalls and beat the shit out of you and taken you home and told you i loved you tons. nothing can go wrong when youve got yourself a gun. wasted poetry pulling me around with cigarette ashes stuck in the tread of your old boots, will you come home. i am tired of being alone and my skateboard is tired of being useless. the phonograph misses you and the cats have been crying.
d-land