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


drinking again with the cell phone ringing in the next room over. i noticed the sun was out so i pulled the curtains shut and imagined the rain. the vines are growing over your house, i'm pulling out a hacksaw and cutting those sorry veins, i'll resuscitate and pry you from those arms and that terrible girl with her hair in a thousand colors/eyes from a horror film.

its a funny thing, being certain someone cant give you up. being the bottle of alcohol to the alcoholic, the gun to the suicidal businessman. you love me because they'll never be anyone better and nicorette is never as good as a cigarette, methadone to heroine, fat free foods to easter candy.

i love you like a speeding car or a new apartment, loaded up with boxes full of shite that is unnecessary.the smell of clean, finding something youve lost, listening to the oldies station with you driving, looking over and seeing you more beautiful than i ever could have imagined. christ, you make me nuts, make everything else unimportant, make my heart swell like its been stung by a thousand bees.

d-land