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 move out into the street with my feet making puddles an ugly brown. i want to spit in disgust but

i keep my eyes focused on the back of his head and we walk fast and slow through pot holes

and crossways. i run my finger over the keys over and over and i�m quite sure i could duplicate it

manually with its rises and dips and cuts into solid metal.

you have no idea, you couldnt imagine the things ive seen lately.

d-land