In every-man lucifer lies dormant.
White as the neon rails which guide him.
Yearning for ejection.
To languidly creep back in.
That's why I don't write poetry.
X is driving me nuts. Everytime she returns I'm at the point of almost completely forgetting about her, but then BAM, like fucking emerald she shows up and it all comes back like a flock of seagulls. lol. anyway, MIB technology needs to become reality REAL soon. I need to forget about her. I sound like a little bitch in 9th grade but I'll be damned if she doesn't have this power over me.
Cool car time; always makes me feel better.

for like 2 seconds. oh well.
FC; black, simple, low, advan model 5, T2, s5 tails, nardi, checkered floor mats, there i go dreamin'.

I'll just leave that there.
annnd finally. the best;

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