Overload of drama and horrid luck for those included in the vortex of my life. A tornado of shit comes to those who are close to the core. onion smell lingers outside my door wafting to my brain and makes me hun hun hungry. please rid my life of the hip hip hippies. give it to me, daddy. dirty glasses. charred skin, charred connection. dreams merge with reality and a vaca is desired. over worked, under paid, WELCOME TO AMERICA MOTHER FUCKER.need:
financial aide to call me back, school, inspiration, playlists, clean laundry, quarter sized hail to fall on those who wrong me, painting correction, visit.no more:
drama queers, brain hiccups, talks, bugs, distance, awkward living situations.
amen and amen
hail satan 4 lyfe. shit.