meteorite punches

can’t sucker my gut, throw them at the moon and face the shiner you’ll get from her… she’s no wall flower, no standby fuck…waiting for the report card, hoping for high scores… she’s the galaxy girl with roman candles firing up her skirt, burning all her edges, swirling like saturn’s rings… jupiter’s moons gossip about… Continue reading meteorite punches

move over mariah, whitney, celine…

alicia keys rocks. not only does she have a set of pipes on her, but she’s gorgeous and was accepted to Columbia University, plus she plays a mean piano and sports awesome looking cornrows! soul blues cuts you to the bone… ain’t nothing better than a woman who can sing acapella

!idiota!

got here 6:55am. on a Sunday! what the?????? i must be completely out of my mind. my face and hands are beginning to itch. all for what? noone gives two shits that i’m cleaning the stacks. they don’t notice how perfectly the titles line up, how the covers are dust free… in the great scheme… Continue reading !idiota!