February 2012
So my chest piece gets finished tomorrow. There is about 2 hours into it right now, probably 2 more to go. Got 3 hours booked. Fuck… the chest is not fun. Not fun at all. I been wanting to get in and get it done and I look forward to it but damn…shit is wretched.
Word to the motherfuckers with a legit phone and a throwaway. Word to the motherfuckers pullin money outta the world with will alone. Word to the motherfuckers who don’t even put their trash out on the curb no more cus them boys will come snatch it up to dig for probable cause. Word to the motherfuckers who keep kids fed by riskin neck. Word to the motherfuckers who conduct themselves with...
I need to stop eating sushi so much so it can be like a special thing again to go eat sushi. I’ve eaten it so much lately, the thrill is gone. :)
I realized I never really thought you were...
Just perfect for me.
I wrote this book about a hopeless crook. Livin in the land where the coke is cooked. Where hoes get took and the choke is good. Where smokers get hooked and the soldiers hood. That lonely wood where his homies stood. Tryin to change myself if I only could.
“In August of 1990 I found myself laying on my stomach in the woods with a pair...”
– Kathleen Hanna, Our Hit Parade (via feminismistheshit)
The angle of my dangle is inversely proportionate...
;) lol.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done. Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It’s easy. There’s nothing you can make that can’t be made. No one you can save that can’t be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It’s easy.
