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


My dreams are just tired out memories, ancient pornography- a canvas of skin over bones, plastic wrap with your fingers poking through. I trace the roof of your mouth a thousand times, grab at your skinny hips, bash my head into a brick wall until bits of dirt are plastered to my head, traces of blood following me home.
d-land