drink to get fucked. drink to get wasted. drink to drive. drive to live. i wish the people i cared about would only do the last. as much as they do the first three. dont quit, nahhh. but dont kill yourself from being reckless. aye yi yi. not gonna lie that scared me a bit. i would of never thought. but it just reminded me of too many people i know. and i would hate to see him or anyone else on the news. or in obituaries. just be safe guysth. thats all i ask. pweese. but shieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. nigga was posin on the hood of a crashed car ! lucky niggas and shit. haha, so the night ended on a good note :) and i mean like, pfffffffffffffffffffffffft, two days left??? thats why im up. work at 6. doin laundry, editing videos and blogging about it. 

‘this life. this life’

i smile at the moon all too often, holding this coin in my hands, flipping it back and forth, to and fro the wind scuffed gloves harboring my my shivering hands,

im surprised at the lack of balance but sense of agility,

it holds its pattern, but at times the faces change and become endings, colors float in the air as they dance in the lumination of the skies most remembered lost star,

like the fingers hug this coin, you hugged my soul, for yet a moment, but an instant so intense, i had to muster the courage to not deny but accept,

light sensations that cool after the presence of soft kisses, leaving thoughts swiftly trailing from the forehead to the neck,

released the treasure coveted beneath the depth,

below the glare of the moon.

you should be allowed to. vent. ish. type thangs and such. i mean. i probably sound sad r some shit, im not doeeee. i dont take everything serious. im a child of the moon and a daughter of the ocean, its in my nature to feel, and extend my will of expression. feee fii fooo . umm as of right now though, i feel completely immune. to bs. to extras. to negativity. cause even when a rush of non happiness eradictaed on lysergic and diethylamide or other stuff like love. it feels saucy. everythings mad saucy. im glad i got my bestie back, it seems like its been so long since ive told someone i love them and meant it, out side of those considered fam. i said it once to this dude right. but at the time, i was caught in the wave of emotions. and i said it to make him feel good. booooomp bommmp. there is one person, however, that i have yet to express it to. but no need. no wooooowies. i wnna write like alot. for some reason i feel like i got tooo much to say and i gotta say i feel like a g cause im barely looking at the keyboard lessssgo, i cant wait to emerge from this break though and start on that RSWD ish, ya diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigg. in ways that one could never fathom the extent of its full interior, theres this golden key. many times i pondered the thought of just letting it melt, and blend into the chambers carved of gold. but ive kept it. this key.

and im realizing now that it may just be the death of me.

so real shit. fuck it. i mean. i fought against it. its about time i fought for it.

i fight for my dreams you know, cause mama raised a lady,

ive slipped up a few times, *ye shrug.

but its like, i dont know what its like.

but of one thing im certain.