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've faded out, i'm not even sure i exist anymore. whats left of me could be pressed between the pages of your favorite book, accidentally dropped to the floor when you looked for a certain passage to add to a term paper.

its worse now. i thought i could make it better by ignoring the problem. i see it passing by and i turn my head sharply, it smiles and waves, waving a pistol above its shiny hair.

see, but when youre leaving the fraternity, you wont feel bad about what you just did. you will justify it. you will forget what you were, and you'll fade out too.you wont want to write what you've thought, it wont be good enough anymore. you will wear tight pants and seethrough shirts and accept 'you have nice tits' to the question 'why do you like me'.

d-land