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


that little girl with the high shoes and cheap jewlery wearing it like its diamonds, thats me. the girl that gets you drunk and promises you a good time, just like the one in the cheap 70s films, the one who shouldnt exist except in old mens minds, she's me. i will take over your life, make you glad to be alive, tell you i love you and that your life is finally complete and then i will disappear, leave you writing country songs and desperate love letters. when you die, i'll be your true love, scribbled in a diary twenty years earlier that your wife will read, that street corner girl that wouldnt stay sober. i'll be convinced you're wondering where i am, unsent postcards collecting in dirty suitcases. i'll be playing guitar in a sleazy bar, wearing lowcut shirts to get more tips. i'll be kissing hard and slow in an old pickup truck, a boy who's not too bright but funny as hell and a kind drunk. everything will be okay, you'll see.
d-land