Anonymous
K…. Who the hell are you? The problem with Anonymous messages is that, I can’t decide whether or not I actually want to hang out or not. If you weren’t you have get a 1 in 2 chance to meet me, but with the state your in, its a zero chance hon.
Anonymous
Well that’s true irony for ya… I deleted my facebook and you deleted your tumblr. Wa Wa Wa. I’ve been, well, I’m fine, I’ve been feeling more of an equilibrium lately, tho things around me have been very strange indeed lately, everything is dropping like a chain of dominoes around me, and I’m in the vortex of this turbulent evolution, and I feel as the towers crumble to the ground around me, I’m getting just as taller and as stronger. Anyway… I digress. My dad took a hold of my facebook, and pretty much read every convo I had, and saw every pot head picture I had. They deleted it, and they pretty much think Im crawling on the sheer face of failure, as I stand calmer than a Hindu cow, as there opinions of my occasional weed usage, has been faulty and unclear lately. I got a woopin’ a couple nights a go. I have no computer (I’m at my grandmas house), and I’m on a social hiatus until my grades go up in school. There pretty much well suited SSR agents, and if they were in the Nazi Regime, they would have received many medals and honors. Ive been experiencing a lot lately, and my view of life, has been dialing so much latley, I feel like Im taking all life’s wind into a little paper bag, and it’s still blowing. School is dormant, so is my home life, but life throughout the statuesque changes instantly. Beverly Hills, has been pretty much the net of of flies, and West Hollywood just a warm puddle underneath my bum. I want to explore and get out of the city. My photography has never been better. And I’m trying to put an identity to my artistic values and aspirations, or in other words I need to get my shit together with all this art shit. Anyway, I haven’t forgotten about you, and I apologize for the gap in communication, and Im glad we havent falling off the cliff in-terms of the gap of blankness. How are you and Basco? You life is probably much more vibrant than mine right now, or at least I hope so, truthfully. I was just thinking about you, an hour ago. And your mom and all that jazz?
The apparition of your dishes coming clean for sex
The last in line to be a patron of her dirty chest
Long lasting lungs restore the power of a cigarette
There’s a vistor
These days require heaven sent
