I’m reading the latest book, “how to be filthy rich at the expense of everyone else”
longing is a feeling much like copper plated bullets
it’s been a long time since we been apart
grand ideas always start out great. but they have this uncanny ability to degrade as fast as they were conceived.
I gaze into maple syrup and all that greets me are pancakes.
everyone wants to be j lo
look at all those fancy clothes looking for interesting souls to commingle with
six point two miles. I can do that ride around central park. my biggest problem though is that hill on the north side of the park. that’s my achilles heel and one day I will get over that hill faster than my boy alberto contador
there wasn’t much to think about except for the fact that she knows nothing about me to say that I don’t know shit about my job. who is she to tell me when I know she gets her groceries at fine fare.
deep down we are sisters, with the same want of water and words.
e v e r y d a y aperture 