"stayin" poems
i like informality
beer straight outta the bottle
pizza for breakfast
wearing a shirt 3 times
before washing it
doing dishes by hand
reading old birthday cards
stayin up til 2
even though i have to be up at 8
bonfires
backroads
gettin lost on the way to a bonfire
because i took a backroad
going to a bar
on a tuesday night
and kissin a stranger
because i'm drunk
and lonely
and through the years i've aquired a taste
for whiskey on lips.
and.. wasn't that always the point?
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
I always thought it was lovely,
the way you climb out of sleep
You unfold your back up out of the
sheets before you blink your eyes
I always thought it was lovely,
the way you unbutton my flannel
You start at the bottom
& save the best for last
Well, I guess I'm driving home tonight
You have cider leaking from your pores
but still I'm melting into every
half-hearted word
You came here with me on a limb
You said I didn't have to travel alone
But now I feel lonelier than I've ever been,
looking at your lazy eyelashes falling up
and down from the passanger's side
Knowing that you're not looking at mine
I drag you to shore
everytime you start to drown
I love you
even when you're hard to like
I have pain drenched pillow cases
from every night you said
"hey I'm stayin in tonight"
& I have half-empty pill bottles
from every month you spent
falling away from me
This is not as lovely,
as it looks to us
This is agony,
all dressed up
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
To Bailey
What up cousin? It’s been a while since we’ve spoken..
I’ve been tryin to keep my mind focused and stayin open..
tryin to figure out how to rebuild my heart again now that it’s broken..
hopin and prayin to some god that it’s all a dream an I’ll be awoken..
But I’m not an ignorant or irrational man, so it’s back to life as I know it..
now I sit here with pen in hand, talking to another lost loved one as a poet..
god **** every time it seems to get a little harder and harder to be stoic..
I do it for you, but my choice would have been to find a rock and hide far below it..
But I’ve held you down, an showed the world a face with a sculpted smile..
Meanwhile inside I strong armed my stomach to prevent the expulsion of bile..
mind racing, god ****** Just 29 years is nowhere near a long enough while!!
and to think, you barely even got to spend 3 of those with your child..
It makes me want to shout to the stars and curse our own existence..
I guess I learned I can’t box god due to something about my arms and the distance..
so I’ve given up being angry about it and stopped my resistance..
but the one thing it’s affected more than any other is my persistence..
From time to time I’m gonna ask someone “has anyone told you they loved you today?”
and if they say no, I’ll be the first person to show them a sincere display…
YOU taught me that bailey, and no matter what, I’ll never let it slip away…
I can’t thank you enough for your life, I wouldn’t even know how to repay!
It’s those small perfect lessons we can all take from your life…
I couldn’t even begin to tell them all in the course of one night…
you were an amazing person to anyone who met you, a true delight..
people called you a shiner, a catalyst, a loving father, and a white knight…
everyone had a story of how you had given them inspiration..
I can’t thank you enough on behalf of the world for your donations!
I’m glad I could finally write this letter to show my appreciation..
the words had been escaping me with some trepidation..
I love you Bailey, always have and always will!!
I can’t believe you’re gone but I carry on still…
I soldier up when I need to then settle down to chill…
I’ll see you when I see you, you know the drill…
Rest In Peace: Bailey Paul McKeon-Phillips
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
lets make a love out of our past,
lets make a love that is forced to last.
together we can make poetry;
I promise to never let you down,
I’ll never let you frown.
Together, we can make poetry;
A peom of smooth words, smooth verbs,
Stayin in a room together, do not disturb.
Together, we can make poetry;
So what do you say, Baby?
Don’t make me get down on one knee.
I just think that, together, we can make poetry;
I write a word, its your turn, then mine,
If we each think she’s a nickle, together she’s a dime.
you see? Together, we can make poetry.
In love with the words and the rhyme on a page,
If we share the same love why not let it out of its cage,
If we can make poetry, the whole world can change,
So, what do you say Baby?
Lets make poetry.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
Yellow mango
flesh perched
on ruby red lips,
her elbow
propped on the
bar, watching
the leaving
ships,
News crackles
of a major hurricane,
tourist are
leavin
locals are
stayin
When the
surge subsided,
far inland it
reached
her body
was found
washed up
on the beach
the seas dead calm
the wind's mouth
zipped.
They knew it
was her by her
ruby red lips.
AD
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
Lyrical—
like poetry in motion.
Rhythmic—
like the motion of the ocean.
Fluid like a breeze
passin with great ease,
Movin through the branches
Dancin through the leaves.
Flowin like my mind,
Going over time,
puffin on some trees,
Like truth I’m bout to find.
Stayin on my grind.
Leavin fear behind.
Blastin through the cosmos
like my stars are all aligned.
Quantum physics redefined,
The beauty of being kind.
Travel thru dimensions,
A universal mastermind.
This illusory time
alluding to retain us-
Yet the conscious mind
refuses to contain us.
Recondition of the masses,
Before time comes to pass us.
before it’s all too late
Start movement to change
Let’s wake each other up
Let’s take control over our fate.
Again and again,
Love it till it’s over,
live it till it’s fin.
A reflection of your life spent,
a vessel that you’ve been lent,
so go forth with intent.
Gratitude for all worth
Know you are important
Every breath, and all birth.
Your light that resides true
In the poetry inside you.
The vibration stays fluid,
Like the love that is intuit.
You’re a medium— a conduit.
Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it.
High frequency—-
Waves of love
True vibrancy,
Bonds—-
you are free of.
Faith in self,
No need for vaunt,
lovin what you have
not havin what you want.
Give it all you got
till you got nothin left,
Then take the deepest breath
And give it once again.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
Now, I don't know if I can say this fast enough cause this boiling hot anger is what makes it tough. Cause you know I hate your ******* guts and you shouldnt be surprised that if you ever crossed my mind again all I'd be wishin' is that you'd die.
Ya just a no good piece of **** cause I was still givin' you head while I was gettin' hit. I shoulda pulled a blade while you were gettin' it, shoulda been like fffft and cut off that little ***** Now I'm not sayin' you've got a tiny **** ya just like ya mama A PSYCHOTIC LITTLE ***** I know I'm ******* right, y'all are the same ******* height and I ain't stayin' with someone whose 5'4 for life.
Somethin' that makes me real sick is the fact that I fed your *** while I put gas in that ****** civic. If I'da saved that cash I'd be ballin' & lit.
If's, And's & But's -I don't **** with that ****
I can't believe I kissed lips that only had
purpose to spit. Cause all I heard outta them was "Oh, Baby!" & BitchBitchBitch.
So lemme cut to the chase- I think you mighta liked it when she spat your own *** in your face.
Now no ones gonna hate,
but I gotta give a *** props
That was a 10 pt head shot!
So listen once, listen now
I'm not bout what you about
Baby you never shoulda had a doubt
Or should I say little *****
**** it,
I'm out.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Does it really matter
What color you are;
Where you're born,
That you've come far,
What belief you hold on the afterlife.
Did you live in luxury,
Where you steeled in strife.
Our babies grasp onto our backs,
Stroke their cheeks,
See them react.
Tap my knee,
My leg will kick;
Show your teeth,
I'll snarl back.
That's how I survive.
I like to stay alive.
I have many tribes.
I plan tomorrow,
Should it not arrive,
I'll leave life knowing,
I stayed alive.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Dying days
I'm looking for a way out
Feelin' like a ghost
Itching for an overdose
Action
Reaction
Action
Reaction
Strike the match
Hijack a limousine
Dying for a taste
High octane gasoline
Action
Reaction
**** satisfaction
Read my lips
Nothin' to live for
But the eight ball
Nothin' to live for
Gonna burn it all
Dog bite
Distraction
No satisfaction
Stayin' numb
Action
Reaction
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
Yesterdays pain is following you
sits on your shoulder 'n don't set you free.
Took the wrong footin n stepped down on those,
lookin thru eyes that di'n't want to see.
We is diff'rent in colour
but skin an' blood just the same.
I am filled up wit' anger,
you is covered in shame.
Scared to look back
at hist'ry past
unable to turn from
what you wanted to last.
Tortured and toubled,
when it came to the clinch
you bought us along
an' introduced Mistuh Lynch.
To you Mistuh Whitey
we ar' lower than low,
Mistuh Blacky does the t'ings
that you don't want to know.
I belongs to the man,
just like-the dogs.
There for pickin' the crop
an' choppin' the logs.
Yesterdays pain's not goin' nowhere
It's stickin to you all o' the way.
Fo' the evil yo' done 'tis stayin' right there.
Never t' move, never t' sway.
Yeah yest'days pain is followin you
it sits on yo' shoulder 'n it won't set you free.
Cos you took the wrong footin' an' stepped down on those,
while starin' thru blind eyes that don't want t' see.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
This new age happy truth life **** I dont condone it beacuse when life hands me lemons... I turn it into haze and smoke it, thats just how my soul is.
Happiness? too hard to control.
Ego? too easy to promote.
Life? too many do and donts.
I dont curse life but when you love something too much you have to let it go!
Wow..
I cant afford to earn dough. Money on my mind but my heart changes flow. Went solo, had nobody swinging the ropes.
Didnt choose the thuglife so in my apartment stayin broke.
Smoking **** drinking coke slowly dying on my own.
Remeniss, think a while of everything from before.
Go to sleep with achievements setted out to score, wake up in my mothers home with nobody to call my own.
Everyday is a struggle to get through the door. Wake and bake or else my body's saying no.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
20 October 2011
Some things are so distant, hard to get
Just like people who easily forget
All through these years, little have remained
Of beautiful memories bleached 'n' stained
Standin' b'fore the ruins of the past
Destroyed by personal desires and greedy lust
Come fallin' off the ground like a raw fruit
Too young to nourish, cannot face the truth
I can hardly recall our comings 'n' goings together
Our beginnings 'n' endings scattered somewhere
Too much pretenses, void of true feelings
We're sour grapes contemplatin' for lost things
Stayin' or leavin' doesnt matter
It's a choice I've not decided soon after
This head hurts thinkin' too much
Some things are b'yond recall as old love is such
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
I'm the wind you feel on your skin,
The burn you're feeling within,
The hate engulfing your heart,
The pain that's making its mark,
Sparkin a flame in your brain while you sit in the dark,
Makin' its way to you, change or I'll rip you apart,
Tame it,
Quit complainin,
I'm stayin,
I'm the idea behind everything that you're sayin,
You think that you're free but you're mine,
I'm the evil inside deceiving your mind,
You keep thinking you're believing a lie,
But in time you'll see that I'll lead you to life,
Without me you'd be incomplete,
Face it, it's meant to be,
Take it, depend on me,
Everything you thought you knew,
Erase it and leave the rest to me,
Open the door to your mind and let us in,
You've been chosen to endure a new life you'll never comprehend,
So here we are,
I'm in your head,
And I'll be there until the end,
To whisper in your ear,
Grippin you with fear,
The shift in every gear,
The pain in every tear,
Your influence in movement,
Uninvited improvement,
To undermine you, intrudin',
Run inside you, confusin'-
I'm stuck in a mental loop,
Drink blood from the devil's spoon,
Breathe but need drugs to help it soothe,
Feel the need to speak up but don't know who to tell it to,
Listenin to whispers while it slithers in your thoughts,
See me pourin rivers cuz he hits you when he talks,
So here we are,
You're in my thoughts,
On and on it goes and never stops,
Blossom like a rose and birthed from death,
Crawl on burning coals, it hurts to sweat,
I'm caught in an endless fight,
Take my life in the breathless night,
Maybe I should repent this time,
Before I go completely blind,
Is it life or is it death?
Is there light in eternal rest?
All these questions feed my head,
Will I ever sleep again?
Why the **** do I need a test?
Life's just better when we pretend,
Cuz when it's not what it is,
Maybe I can deal with this ****** ****
It hurts to think,
These are more than just words to me,
Maybe we can learn through dreams and define the true feeling of what burning means,
You make death so appealing,
But then again it depends on the feeling,
Make me believe that this place is worth it,
So that I can fulfill my painful purpose,
You can never know too much-
So what's it gonna be?
Come with me,
I'll make you what you wanna be,
But nothins free,
You'll have to pay,
Let's make a trade,
I'll make it all go away-
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Mama said be careful
Don’t talk to strangers
And don’t walk alone
Mama said to sit up straight
Keep your elbows off the table
And lock the doors when you get home
Mama said be patient
Be polite
Be a lady
Mama said not to sit on the grass
Not to stay in the sun
And go out only if it’s shady
Mama said be a good girl
But this good girl’s got to roam
This girl’s gotta spread her wings
And fly away from her home
Mama said a lot of things
Of this I know is true
But mama never said nothin’
‘Bout stayin away from you
Mama never said you’d hurt me
Or do me so wrong
She never told of your sweet kisses
Or the sadness you’d put in my song
Mama said that boys lie
But you were different; you were a man
Mama should have told me
“Girl, run as fast as you can!”
Mama didn’t tell me
But Ima tell mine
That men like you are icky, yucky things
And ain’t no better than swine
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
People gather around
To take a pic from sky to concrete
Ground
All astound and hopes of someone
To drown
Their "like" buttons
Make sure every angle is to
Perfection
Scared to face rejection social media is
A design toxication
Minus education
Perfection over imperfection has
Become our
Destination
We want people to wooo us when we're down
Give a bunch of thoughts to people
Youve never met
I a poet a philosopher a healer SM a drug and the companies in charge
Are the dealers
Leeched into your brains
Electromagnetic waves that leave ya
Drained
Soul stained can't really wash away the pain
Only if you stand in the rain and let mother nature reign
Inhale the oxygen from the universes
Breath
With every step and hearts that beats as the chills crept
Your itching or jonin' trying to reach the phone
To check the "status" of a post that's long gone
Social media has made us normal
In an abnormal
Society it breeds jealousy hate and
Envy
Real turned into fake relationship and
Friendship
Nowadays you can't even say hi without someone
Peepin' their eyes
In their cellular devices looking for the nicest
Puttin' up fake images and we're pillaged
By a village of
corporations
More soever we have more folks going to therapy Over the
internet than over common problems
Such as domestic
Violence I'm trying to form an anti-media alliance
With so much denial and the uprise of
Violence
So think go outside nature's real they society ain't
Unplug yourself from the matrix cuz
They stayin' playin' tricks
#RIPhumanity
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
My fingernails crave your skin
Hard red assassins
My fingernails sweep your skin
Texturizing our love
In every corner of your body
Your breath is twitching
Melodiously
You fill with air
Speak to me in tongues
On a plate like a breaded chicken breast
Marinating in a fine Italian wine and Balsamic Vinaigrette
Sauce craving an open flame
Homemade.
I'm falling asleep
I'm falling asleep
To the digging of a Disco party on a late
Friday night in yellow polyester baby blue You forgot
To pick me up, again but it's okay 'cause I'm
Stayin' Alive.
In a plexiglass life.
See right through it, it's translucent
Then never look at me again.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
JAKE HOLMES – SO CLOSE LYRICS
Where's that smile?
I hope you didn't lose it.
Every now and again,
And wear it once for me.
Sure, I know,
It's been some time between us,
But I had to stand out some,
To get the room to see.
But it's all right now,
Hold on tight now.
I'll be stayin',
I won't go.
Don't you cry now,
We can try now.
Just takes some distance to know...
So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
What a day,
I remember it was even rainin',
And as soon as I'd say goodbye,
I didn't wanna leave.
One last look,
You could see my eyes were askin',
I could feel yours,
Pullin' at my sleeve.
But it's alright now!
Hold on tight now!
I'll be stayin'.
I won't go!
Don't you cry now.
We can try now!
Just takes some distance to know...
So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
Alright!
Alright.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
They say you're chaos, grim, and flirty,
and that the words you speak are
*****
you spit ****** flip the birdie
Creep like a callous beetle
over the Earth
(Or more specifically, the city)
Well I said I'd slap you silly
Shove your hands into dirt, nails
gritty
"That's what you get fer stayin' in this
city.
Now get yer defilin' *** back home"
(What a pity)
Then I'd say "Son, yer swinging high, and soon
you'll be dry
I've had up to here with the aches
and the sighs
You pack your bags while I shout with
my eyes,"
and you don't want that, as neither
do I
Even so, of these things I must say
clear:
My worry for you is more than
just fear
Besides ****** I hear moans of
tedium, my dear
And so I feel life is better for you
far from here
Away from here, go on, away
from here, from this
***** city
Show then to those who say "he
couldn't be"
that "be" could only mean anything
you'd want it to be
And you'd never again "be"
a creeping beetle of the city
but the sonorous sliver that warms
the Earth
on a darkened day
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
One day
My children will
Stop by
On their way
To somewhere else…
To
Kiss their old mama
See what I need
Fuss at me
For not eatin’ right… or
Stayin'
Out or Up
Too late…
If
By chance
I don’t open the door
Cuz I’m busy
With
A Good Smelling Man… and
Aretha Frankin
Sippin’ wine …And
Smokin’ Cigarillos…
They will blow up my phone…
And be all upset... Reprimandin’
My old self
When I finally answer
Speech softly slurred
(Aretha... moanin’ in the background)
Cuz I didn’t check in
In a timely manner...
Makin’ folks worry…
I will simply smile the learned smile
Of tried and tested mothers …
And have
A little more wine…
And
A little more Aretha…
And
A little more good smellin’ man…
One day…
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
No song from future, *** wayne
Can describe this feelin' and or pain
From the beginning till the end **** got stained.
Like a scar it won't go away
Stayin' up all night like it's nothin'
Maybe I try to show off that im bluffin'.
Or exaggerate the fact I'm hurtin'
On the corner wet as hell but lowkey dryin'
Messed up, mad man, tarzan
Confused like tape on a rubberband
Can't sleep without thinking of back then
When I hugged, kissed dreamed about you or just holding your hand.
Pillow cases they show all the real faces
The ones when you can't sleep during different phases.
Of the night, and in the morning you can tell all the traces.
From all those signs down there it amazes.
Probably don't won't or ever just care
But this was not intended for you to be a dare.
And I am stuck looking for an exit that is not ever there.
Yet my feels still strong **** I hope you still care.
Probably act tough to be buff
But inside I am hollow like a cracked up oeuf
And the real me Aint what you see but from the stuff
The lil dam stuff from the times I was still happy and with a bust.
Probably this won't make sense.
For you because I may delete this soon.
But if there were a word to describe everything I there is right now..
I'd say immense.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC
Three in the morning, I know you're *****
On schedule beggin me to forni-
Cate, fellatiate, make a grown man *********
I guess I should elaborate...
But first aren't you a little to old
to be so uncontrol-
Able
I'm too smart for this ****
But happily your little *****
And I know
That you
Never mean a word you say
Knowing I eat your ******** up any day
Anyway...
I've pulled up in your driveway...
Waiting for you to
Break my heart, turn me into a ****
sapian, reptilian, nymphomanian
A ****** up, stockholm syndrome alien
Tonight I think I'm stayin
Over
Pull my hair to and fro
Play me like a puppet show
The amount of pain I undergo
I guess I kinda like it though...
But that was a long time ago
But it really wasn't that long ago
Our monthly reunion you know?
Goin on three and a half years or so
What a shame
That I continue to rinse, repeat
A let it happen all over again
And It's okay to be scared
Unprepared
When
You let it
Happen all over again
Every now and then
Rinse, repeat and let it happen all over again
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
don't look at me with the sad eye, you knew **** well I wore the badge of the bad guy.
I understand that I ,have made more than a couple mistakes.
basically nothin more then a man who devastates n breaks anyone he gets to close to.
believe me I never chose to, live like this but life is hit or miss
guess not everybody's dealing with **** like this.
I bet about now you regret that kiss.
Grew up in a home where chaos is all I've ever known.
came to the conclusion were better off alone
but its too late
I've already grown into a man made monster.who wants her to do nothing more then save the day
take it all away ,make it ok
but that's not the way ***** gonna play out.
I should just get a tattoo on my head that says stay out.
don't try n find whats on my mind like I'm some kind of puzzle that needs to b solved. I've evolved into what I need to be
not so Easily, understood why i never did the things that i knew i should
God forbid anyone finds out about the things I did.
Stayin off the grid cuz I know I got it comin.
Gotta keep hummin the tunes, that still holds a bit happiness, of a boy. yet to destroy.
desperately holding on to that joy the sound carries on.
For that moment the troubles r non..existent..
resistant to believe anyone knows what I need
so that wrong number I'm gonna keep callin cuz it's the only way to keep the rats from gnawin
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
Oi I see those coula
woulda
shoulda beens but
its so long past that I forgot
why it mighta been
yet I can't quite forget how
good they lookin so i'm
stayin at home facebook lookin
and their ***** are growin an
I missed em.
I miss em.
I am without them.
And I fade away.
Sic em.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
stayin' with you
Tho it's tough,
Tho it's rough,
In times you feel like youre not enough,
I am here.
but if you will put down
A wall in between
I'll give it you
Through liberty,
And your serenity,
I am here.
That's not for eternity?
Is it?
Stayin' even if this is lame
Even if nothing's gonna be the same,
I am here.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Poem 2
Sweaty Little Fingers
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive.
"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"
1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive
I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive
but he was too small for me so I made him dive
back into the water.
1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and sound in my sweaty little fingers
2! There's another one! Better than the other one! I'm gonna catch him before he's gone so he can be a friend to number one.
3. 2's a company, 3's a crowd. But I were only five and I just didn't really get how you could make a company with only 2 people working there (true story). So I picked up another one.
For after all, I've already got 3. I've never held four frogs before! Tiny little forelegs held gently down, just so they can't hop around.
5 little frogs staying alive.
Singing "I, I, I, I'm stayin' alive!"
...Except, they were baby frogs, so it sounded more like "peep, peep"
...And their dance moves were more like...(demonstrate movements of a frog)
Anyway...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas all alive,
I set off down t' 'ill to show mi mum,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas still alive,
Runnin' all the way and havin fun,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas just alive,
I have to lean my hands ont' gate t' oppen it
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas ... alive?
I run to mi mum where she sits
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas ... Not... Hopping.
"Mum?"
"Aww son..."
"What ave I done?"
"Come 'ere son"
"Awww mummy!!! I killed em! I feel like poo!!!"
"It's ok Matthew I know what t' do"
So we went outside and did the best things you can do with 5 non dancing frogs and 10 sweaty little fingers.
We wiped off t'guts ont' garden wall, rubbed em ont, grass and went to build dens out of corrugated, asbestos sheeting instead.
Ah the good old days
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC