he said the story of his life is that its always late. we dont fuck around here, we dont play no games. its all about those six figures. someone has yet to tell me that im about to sell it all off. im not who i used to be. oh where to start with this whole thing. where this new story begins. it was a thought process....a complete and absolute ( Read more... )

im tired of looking at the piece of fabric, i dont even know where i put it. i live off of coffee and cigarettes and beer. a liquid diet. nothing to worry about. nothing gets done. something so strange. some things so taken care of some people so living some places so sat at. once so clear, once so taken care of. once typing was easy. driving was ( Read more... )

im sooo on top of it all. 40oz bitches.
im in love with beer.

my life in what the fuck. my ways of having it and giving it up, in leaving it all behind to be alone and on my own and desolate. my way of missing it. of having to miss it. only missing it, never again having it, having had it. in my own back and forth in crushing blows in forever hurting eachother. but that wasnt its everything. in knowing ( Read more... )

yous a bith

will the knot ever untie itself?

it was a beautiful thing. everything that was and ever was, and its time slip slipping and losing. long memories of one year ago. building and destroying. the small chance amongst chances but not counting on it, words that mean more than they were meant to mean. the knowing and the beginning of not knowing what your words mean. all of that and the ( Read more... )

its nothing but time and a face that youll lose...live through this, and you wont look back. im not sorry i met you...

i am a constant reminder of the times.

i had the words wrong. i hate when that happens. we'll float around.