unrelentless rambelings
never knew the stumblings within uncontrolled mumblings, never cared much for the salty taste of what they brought. here i sit with 101 breath, and stories of the kids we knew on meth, and i know we are on a stage. stories and borings and bling chasing mornings. we continue, to disappoint the ones who really care. i don't know tomorrow, yesterday has strayed away, all i know is at the end of today.