June 2012
12 posts
FuckYeahBuddyWakefield: Convenience Stores →
spokenwordacademy:
We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 a.m. like the backs of alotta hands. She sells me trucker crack/Mini-Thins (it’s like Vivarin). She doesn’t make me feel awkward about it. She can tell it’s been a long drive and it’s only gonna get longer. Offers…
THE WAY MAR6 HAS TURNED HIS BACK SIDE ON TUMBLR
P.s i love you by Frank Sinatra
What is there to write? What is there to say? Same things happen everyday, not a thing to write, not a thing to say, So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way. Dear, I thought I’d drop a line, the weather’s cool, the folks are fine, I’m in bed each night at nine, P. S. I love you. Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I can’t complain, Was it dusty on the...
EAT, SEX AND BLOG
