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


people couldnt grow anymore distant than last night laying on the grass smelling of vomit and beer watching blue lights pass by and holding real still, hoping they wouldnt pull over. watching you stand up and brush the grass off of your ass, reaching down and helping up your girlfriend who enjoyed you more than i could ever profess to. groups of us, from all over the lawn, conviening, giggling when someone talked to me, smelling their hands when they were over my mouth to shut me up. hoping i'd meet someone that would have a pair of tap shoes and cyndi lauper cds to sleep with, or just anyone even the kid with greasy hair and braces who snorts when i laugh and leans forward like he might kiss me but changes his mind and pulls back into himself.
d-land