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


oh the joys of a hangover. what a rotten human being ive become, these constant threats of death are not fair to my parents and friends but they make me feel powerful when nothing else does. you could take me out with one bullet, you could take me out with the twist of my arm but please dont. oh poke holes where the air comes in and out, make me small and then big again all in an effort to make me breathe when i dont want to. you sing like a choir, high/low/everything in-between and the room vibrates with all the power in your lungs- you tsunami, you tricky boy, my life is a permanent corner that youve backed into.
d-land