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


two bikers drove by and yelled hey darlin. we made out in the back of his fathers flatbed tractor trailer truck with the blue vinyl seats and silver silhouettes of naked women on the mud flaps. his father flung the front seat forward to find me whispering all kinds of i love yous with fluids filling orifaces. two months later, kira was removed in a clinic two towns over and michael gave me fifty dollars so i wouldnt tell his mother.
d-land