Yeah Dogg, You The Mannnn!
Eyes like beachstones and a demeanor to match. That girl on your arm is as important to you as the shoes you got on your feet, in other words, tertiary to you and your blown up sense of importance. Just a piece of the image, a part of the connect-the-dots that makes you feel like a complete person. It's sad really, but kind of angry-making at the same time, though obliquely so. Do you even care about the thoughts in her head, or have you not yet gotten past the fruity perfume she douses herself with, the sweatpants with "angel" emblazoned across the ass? It's pathetic, dogg, there really are other people in the world, you know, and not everybody is waiting on the edge of their seat for the next platitude to waggle itself out of your chip hole. Privileged white boys whose minds didn't leave college with their bodies. That hole you have inside of your center isn't going to get any smaller the way you're going, Snidely Whiplash!
"Trying to find a soul mate you end up getting so tired."
I feel you, Mase.
[You aren't going to meet anyone else like me.]
"Trying to find a soul mate you end up getting so tired."
I feel you, Mase.
[You aren't going to meet anyone else like me.]
1 Comments:
At 10:17 AM, porfiry said…
ahhh.... i think that, requisite for bachelor's degree matriculation, all privilleged peoples should have to spend a year in a third world country. not any of that peace-corps bullshizzle, either. they get dropped off with just a rucksack, and there you have it. no mission, no higher purpose, just survival. trim the baby fat off of the belly, learn, interact, change, evolve.
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