it's like that

indebted forever to doubleshots.. how else would i get through my day awake?? rather i would sleepwalk soundly.. simply getting by, if even. the owner is a racist fuck dickhead piece of shit. but i walked with 266 dollars cash yesterday so i'll be biting my lip at least for a bit longer.. the rent is soon due.

the illest look can say more than verbiage ever could possibly conjure. hate is a powerful pistol. strapped in the stomach of whitebread unreality television living. it's a damn shame that it's come to this. or perhaps it in fact never wasn't where it's actually at now. love some, the others can eat the pieces of poison supremacy leaking from blistering lips. i will love them for that at least. it's assholes like that who keep life relative.

aderol, alcohol, and rice crispy treats= raw synthetic emotion at 6 o'clock in the morning (the night owl's happy hour). welcome to the life of an individual immersed in amens, achoos, and god blessed sentences. I'm sick to my lungs. i breathe deeply and it turns out the vibe is polluted. Crushing my creative freedom. but that's why im in love with my headphones. i drown out noise with noise homie. pick your poison.

the truth of the matter is, i dont know how to slow down. i woke up on this friday afternoon foggy as fuck. birds chirping, trucks burping, children cursing, and bicycle bells jingling. everything may be bigger in texas, but everything is louder in brooklyn. i guess big things come in small packages.

forget the focus, i'm going to chew on the lyrics of a homegrown inspiration. isn't. it. bliss? her lips were like like like like like like like like like like that.

yea. it's like that.