Alice
In a dark a whisper came, “I’m not well”
The last words she spoke before she fell
Swirling shades of black, unseen by all.
If she could speak again she’d call it a tumble not a fall.
Alice
In a dark a whisper came, “I’m not well”
The last words she spoke before she fell
Swirling shades of black, unseen by all.
If she could speak again she’d call it a tumble not a fall.
Sipping Tea
and smokin weed
and
watering tomatoes
we gon be broke forever
we want that
it scares them Continue reading “Nina Marin”
Faggots Dream in Blood Glitter
I bag chicks like groceries
although in Cali bags ain’t free no more
like turn your chick to yellow m n m’s how my nuts inside her Continue reading “Feminem”
Her gorgeous eyes stare at me
from a computer screen
as the headlines scream
Amy Winehouse, dead at 27 Continue reading “Giovanna Capone”