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 was driving faster than i'd ever driven before, your head was plastered to the back of the seat and you were begging me to slow down. the bass was making every motion clumsy, your teeth were broken and the open window let the wind blow your saliva and blood run wires to the backseat. everything got blurry and you screamed for me to watch out for the tree. i jerked the wheel but it was too late. the ambulance was waiting, paramedics watching us crash.

i woke up and ate cereal.

d-land