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


and you hit yourself in the stomach because you cant solve the hieroglyphs and sign language. you say you've imagined me wearing spandex and go-go boots and enjoyed the vision. you watch me cutting my hair over your clogged sink and they're making stars and pooling around toothpaste globs. you look like brando when youre smoking and looking at old porno's that belonged to an uncle that died in 1987 when you were 8. when i wrap my arms around you, your back twists and twists like dna models until i cant feel you anymore.
d-land