the waters all murky, full of guilt, lies, sweat, tears, grunge and dirt. you're a dirty piece of skin.
someone we trusted, someone we all loved, someone we all thought was someone else. its not my place to judge but when you bitch and fuck around- get ready for the retaliation. i have taken offence to something that you did not aim at me, and blood will be free flowing. blood that was once pure, blood that was once shared amongst trust and friendship.
its not our fight to fight, so i will remain silent, full of angst and anger.
when will we grow up?
this is what my weekday life is like at the moment:
right now i'm sitting amongst my "ideas" and "present" mess with my little cousin matthew raping my iPhone. there's this application called talking tom cat where he copies anything you say into the phone with a ridiculous higher pitch. anyways, we thought of this great idea where i would put on my nigga beatz on loud and we would make little ole' tom cat copy the ludacris lyrics.
i think this is why i like surrounding myself with children, human beings younger than i am- they are so naiive and unaware of the shitty environment they are actually in. in some ways, so am i- i put up with shit that i didn't know was shit in the first place.
AW MAN- i make no sense at all.
i'm so addicited to runaway by kanye west right now. also listening to bright eyes- fevers and mirrors on repeat most days. arienette has become my favourite.
i've been goin through old magazines for inspiration and the like- purchased the past months oyster after work today, i love oyster so so much. its so raw and real. bare naked and what we are- animals. needed to take these photos.
okay dinner time.
cya later bitches.
honesty is the best policy.
1 comment:
that angry bro,
oh how i couldn't agree more!
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