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 feel abnormal. absolute rot inside my body, every joint creaking to its next position. i just feel so sorry for no good reason. i have nothing to say, desperate attempts at getting a response from someone who really means nothing. i am that junk food that makes your stomach sound like a subway all night, gets you fat and useless. you probably dont remember me but i remember you perfectly. i have body parts memorized and some forgotten, your hair and legs both plastered to my bedroom wall for daily gazing but your face blotted out with ink from an elderly womans bingo pen. oh christ, whend i get so boring that i couldnt stand hearing myself.
d-land