lily

Okay nevermind. some things are better left unsaid. unread undead. I've been compulsively rhyming and thinking about what it would be like to have no eyes. My Lady Trix has a glass eye. I want one. maybe two. frusturated beyond belief. Shutup, don't talk to me. You'll only make it worse. why is there hardly any fucking strip clubs in New York? fuck, i need to hustle too man and i'm not resorting to ringing up your consumer bullshit. I used to work at a record store. That was some bullshit. Smoking too much, or not enough. I wonder if Ray died of Lung cancer yet. I wonder about him sometimes. riding his motorcycle to NA meetings in texas, He told me he'll keep smoking even with one lung. strange how we become so addicted to things, drugs, people, even words for me lately. I've been manifesting things in my dreams lately. Its a nice ability. so what do YOU do to make money? what's your hustle?
Lil