Sunday, September 20, 2009

An’ I’ve made plenty of friends on the way to this.


Like a city runnin’ with its scissors out.

No city too charged.

No treaty two-side.

No city to guard.

I dropped my guard*

I know one things for sure.

We an academy league of rollers here,

I ain’t doing nothing but moving on.

So-s untie my hands.

What’m I goin’ to be?

I walk a tight one.

But, my whole city underwater.

An’ i come up from under that water – and find her –

All-s fresh air*


I can't believe i didn't get a picture of you in that...

Black dress*

Heels on tilt*

Red lips like*

Second coming*

Christ, you were something*

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