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