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 know sickness. it wont let me swallow you whole, it makes me regurgitate what you'd love to see disappear. there it is, an oily stain on the pavement, a bruise on your face, dirt in your food. just sliding along on its bleeding stomach with nothing in mind other than taking home what you left behind.
d-land