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 when i see you, my heart gets twisted, like someone wringing hand-washed laundry that's getting ready to dry on a rotten clothesline, drawn between two apartment buildings in the summer, in the city. upstairs the landlord is making babies, a black and white television is turned up, you're half naked and the heat is too much. you watch the girl across the alley smoke a cigarette out the window and beg for her to notice you.
d-land