after 3 hours of slp, my lala land was abruptly destroyed by me pops. comm skill paper at 9.i drag me ass into toilet, coat me body wit melted iceberg and alkaline. torturous routine evriday. wtf. took out my favourite boxer from da closet only to find out it's tattered and holely. let out this loud eruptive scream. lava started to rush down my volcano. pops explain my there's sumthin wrong wit da washing machine when me stepmom was washin da clothes at tat time. as usual, she just pretended as if nuthin has hapen. i noe u hate me and all but not to the extent of killing me boxer?! but wtf can i do anw.. tried on that jewel-turned-rag for da last time(damn fucking holes is located strategicly)then put it back to me closet. can't bear to throw it away. it's been with me thru good times and bad. haiz... later, i was on this ghost train. kept lookin at my watch. isn this rush hour? well doesn seem rush to me. drift off in train then when i wake up i was in marsling. detour back to nyp then did sum last minute revision. didn expect da paper was tough. "comm skill's like CME la" azar would say. well fuck ur cme u fag. 5 types of negotiation? wtf is tat? oh, strip, blow, fuck, sodom and cum? sori, don mind da crude words, i'm just plain pissed. afta that headed to momma's house. saw this kk letter bearing my sis name and i was suspicious. started interrogatin her. mann i reli thought she had an abortion. then she explained that she did a mini operation to hav this malignant growth in her ovaries removed. hmm orite, sensible excuse. then went survey for a black marshall(not available) at beach road then go penin survey tee.
"I float above and these wings catch, and your sky hold you so beautiful"
xMunicipally Wastedx
Him
A Person.
A typical nobody.
Seeks solace in music.
Current Music
Farewell To the Bright Side by Dont Look Back(Fra)
