Feb 17, 2009 17:20
don't want to be this lachrymal, morose cat. i'm past that. stroll past the wack and and all that. i stay phat. i stay fresh to death.
watch me cut these bad feelings up into fruit salad.
i've never been so much in love and i suppose that's why i still get scared sometimes.
i'm talking mary j. blige type love. REAL LOVE.
i mean i wanna start saving up for the future type love.
there is a celestial wildfire in the corner of my skull
and i need to go for a walk.