everlast ☯ Twitter ☯ ☯ Instagram ☯ ☯ Dayre ☯ ☯ Ask.fm ☯ ☯ Nicolette ☯ August 2011 September 2011 October 2011 November 2011 December 2011 February 2012 March 2012 May 2012 June 2012 July 2012 October 2012 November 2012 December 2012 January 2013 February 2013 March 2013 April 2013 May 2013 June 2013 July 2013 August 2013 September 2013 October 2013 November 2013 December 2013 January 2014 February 2014 March 2014 April 2014 May 2014 June 2014 July 2014 August 2014 September 2014 October 2014 November 2014 January 2015 April 2015	Monday, January 26, 2015 "how have you been?" making the parental front pay five hundred dollars every week for me to be an assurance granting factory. people put on their seat belts before taking off, i chug water before stepping into the room. my mouth is a liar, with my silver tongue in cheek; the dirt isn't only on my hands and knees. i'm smoking through everything in life but yet i can't hold smoke in my hands. it is the itch on my back, the gum under my shoe, the chill that haunts the room, the creaking on my steps. it is cancer, it is plague, it is regret, it is disease. so tired of the rain falling,  i hate how it's just enough to get my feet wet but not enough to let me drown.  i believe the correct answer is "selfish" -- don't see the point of trying anymore (nobody/nothing is constant) maybe this is allowance to shrink again Friday, January 9, 2015 if i were to objectify myself, i would be a sandwich someone casually picks up from a petrol kiosk. "why not just" living this life barefoot on a slippery surface