Saturday, August 01, 2009

((((((saturday night loser express))))))))

Bullshit is a state of mind +
bullshit is a friend of mine
ive done more time than michael vick
but that is not the point of this
im eating ice cream, dozing off
my aggression growing soft
she called me beautiful again
prolly drunk, but at least a friend,
my ears are filled with bath water
brain a blazed with hot slaughter
trying so hard to write my rhymes
but empty thoughts like vines they climb
ww2 is here to stay
at least it seemed so yesterday
i look the best i ever have
i guess thats why its pretty sad.