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


there are those parts of you that correspond to these parts of me, they make sense and make babies and give me feelings that dont make sense but i dream about them anyway. i'm against the wall in an alley, youre incoherent and i'm collapsing. fluids running down my thighs, behind my knees, down my calves into my sandals that make noises like old rollerskates scraping along the tar. all those wasted children.
d-land