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 blanks in my sequence, eraser marks over the bad parts, swears blotted out with marker, shiny paper held to light and seen by fifth graders. you've seen my demise, you've seen me fall apart slowly but surely, you can read back through the entries and predict this. its always a panic, nothing is ever average, i never breathe slowly, there's always a rasp, a desperation. you hear it in the shake and shiver because just under that layer is death, she cracks through from time to time and grabs your throat.
d-land