feeling inspired.

we are not slaves, lest we submit, my only object is to be lit, lit by the sun lit by the moon lit by the bluntness lifting the room. what are we here, why are we here, take me to places, never been known, way with my ace, way to my home, little miss fuckedContinue reading “feeling inspired.”

on a plane to new york city

Oh how God is good, Great, and so clever, That He would take me on a trip, From here to november. On a plane to new york city, a place I remember, Full of life, colors and fun, Soon we’ll be together.

%d bloggers like this: