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


playing the piano in your basement, i never realized how your thick fingers dusted the keys daily and now there is a thick grit on them with you gone. i watch my fingers move so differently from yours, the reflection curving around the urn that holds your ashes. i tried to pry the cover off to hold you but i simply couldnt. i appologized and continued to play.
d-land