What goes around comes around
cold, shivering on the floor in my empty apartment.
Nerves, are making me shakey.
Rumination.
Visions of the story that unfolded in the past-playing out currently.
Ripples
Waves- o’r the yonder plain. lol.
Bastard, kill bill
Check Mate, fucker. Your Turn
Dont you know Im loca. lol.
Cypress Hill is the jam for the night.
I have a crush- on a rApper. Fuck. Really? Cant have a crush on a non-rapper? Like I have a crush on his mind.
And then I saw a video of him up close- I mean I listen to him- I dont have time to be checkinG him out.
His eyes.
OMG
I was his #2 fan on Spotify.
I feel him. So much so.
This is also very stalkerish sounding.
Fuck.
Fuck is a good word for tonight.
Fuck Him!
Not crush- Kill Bill
Best Friends communicate.
You can take that sneaky energy back.
And to the young lady who finds joy in other womens plausible pain.
I gave you back the energy unregretfully, ya big bully.
Loyal my ass, ink aint dry on your divorce and you waving around a baby like its a weapon. Shame on you.
Matrimony- keep that song and you should apologize to your supposed best friend and queen, punk.
I aint holding my breath- half dollars in a well.
Next.
CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME
KEEP UP
DEUCES