Shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin comforter, and if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin her....

[the_h_n_i_c]

Yesterday was really weird.... I don't really know why it was such a weird day.... it just was.... fucking weird...
we went to neato yesterday.... I forgot my phone, on the way home we passed my old job... and where a good friend and I used to eat lunch.... I thought to myself, I should really really call her.... so when I get home... I see that she called me... The Irony... I wonder what about... people only call me if they need or want something which I don't have anything to give except advice or friendship.. I'm not willing to gvie that out though....but the person who called me.. I'd do anything for.... I'd die for her... I just wish she'd call me more often... I wonder what other people think about the irony of this.... please tell.. when I called her back no answer.... so I'm not sure what to think haha

fuck it dude... poem.... jimmy

Bird of prey, Bird of prey, flying high, flying high, in the summer sky

gently pass on by

am I going to die?

Take me on your flight

Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding. ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind

Underwaterfall, underwaterfall,
the girls return from summer balls
lets steal the eye that sees us all

so hit me up if your an eagle.... flying away.. a freebird