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'm going back to massachusettes, just like the old beegees song. i am going back to paint up the towns, leaving trails of blue eyeshadow and glitter behind me, packs of people following the slithery marks around the house, onto the farmers porch to find me in a heap of novels i've written, we will be best friends, i will tell you that you're pretty and very nice.

i sent christmas cards out this morning, tell me if you get yours, darling, and we can be surprised together.

d-land