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


this room smells like piss, dried blood on the booths, sticky fingers dialing payphones. the waitress always looks cute with her funny barettes and new york accent. summer is everything i'll never get around to, or your mothers china that's too good for me to use. i've been taking inventory of all the people that have made rolling stops past the stop signs at the ends of my finger tips and made their way out of my life. i have lost too many important people. one of them has a birthday coming up soon. i got a present for them. i dont know if i'll send it.

i need money for cigarettes since i took the habit back up. i need two million for a bookstore i want to buy. i need to marry an italian mob boss.

d-land