Rainbows

Fixing things;

breaking things; breaking things; breaking things; breaking. breaking. breaking breaking breaking breaking breaking breaking breaking breaking breaking breaking

broken.

traveltraveltravel.  no.

It is starting to get stale around here.  sorry.

at the tail end of a six-pack, sitting on my front porch steps; it is a book within a book.

“Greedy Bitches”

-Ghostface Killah

“ Word to my momma, yo, I hate ya’ll greedy bitches
Ya’ll greasy, after the club, want the piece of chicken
Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone
Uh-uh, leave that roof service book alone
Don’t ask me, for food, I ain’t ask you
Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool
And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too
But if ya stomach growling hard, I’mma laugh, boo
No Domino’s, Papa John’s and Waffle House
Frontin’ on the pussy, you can throw the dick in your mouth
Straight cock, we in the halls, yo there’s other twat
In Trife room, where them other hoe bitches flock
Wigs got it popping, Du-Lilz went bird shopping
He got bird seeds, he’s probably getting head whopping
Fucking with you, yo I hope you ain’t cock blocking
I want some pussy now, if not, you can get to hopping
Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain’t giving up no pussy”

boston, originally uploaded by sprouts..

awhile ago.

my heart’s not built to hold his glory