Me,...? Not yet. All left is hope and a dream to come through. I shall never let go of this aim anymore. I shall never forget it. The dead enough longing for one. The electric. You may not feel it but it's in our blood that this masterpiece of mankind has gotten into us so badly that without one, we suffocate and die like a marthafarker asphyxiated dead pig lying on the street like a hungry mongoose with a horse stuck in the anus neighing for help. That's it.
I shall...make this happen.

sigh...few more weeks. Around 10 weeks maybe..
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