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


show my fingers the places they need to know, where they'll find tadpoles and goats and sunday school records inside you. wrap me around your sholders like i'm a snake and i'll stick my tongue in your ear. she, with her paintings will show up and smash me against the wall with brown eyes glistening and i will stumble over city streets and stare at the moon until we come down and make out until our lips are numb in the back of the car. i'll wear a poodle skirt and you'll wear a letterman jacket.
d-land