just 1 litre to loosen up. Hope you're doing fine over there. anyway, here's me:
by ThedominiqueofregressioN
I am sitting on my throne, the toilet seat renders me
thousands of favorable imaginations where I am the leader of the world.
Rich fucks answers to me, top class models lining up to get a taste of my semen; you get the idea.
Then a roommate comes knocking in, breaking the free thread.
I threw the cigarette on the ground.
What can I say? Anything free has its own limitation.
I forgot that I've a job to get to.
My colleague there isn't as evil as that evil bitch from my previous work. Ahhh.. god and his mysterious ways.
I am reminded that by the end of the month that we have to move again because the rent went up like the whole place turned into gold my ass.
Mom's not happy about my decision to go separate ways.
She is either depended in my share of the cut or hopingly she just wants my company since we didn't really have that golden
mother and son relationship. I don't even want to know now.
Anyhow, there's this thing I've always wanted to open up like a newly purchased book and it's the fact that there are certainly girls
I've met in my life who still listens to the songs I've recommended to them.
Well, it just stuns me every now and then. Not kidding.
I think to myself that I must've made a connection or something that barely exists, something that you rarely witness in a lifetime.
I don't know about you but I still think about them whenever they cross my mind during this troubled times.
Man.., I really let go of myself, measuring what of me back then and now. It's funny because I think if I was someone I am now back then, then nobody would even waste their time but what do I know about it and the randomness of it all?