ozymandias is dead

I am glennbeckstreetteam now Go follow that Goodbye

Of course im tough i went to public school bud

Im standing on the balcony of my friends apartment building, looking across the street into a different building I can see two people drinking in a dim room, man and woman It's weird to think of the significance of this night to other people u kno Like i didn't do anything tonight this Friday is whatever But maybe this is the night they'll remember 20 years down the road when they're shacked up together like tonight was the spark

When she get on she leave yo ass for a white man

Im a loudmouth who needs attention

I mean make no mistake if writing ur super teeny angst out in some leatherback journal makes u feel maybe a distinguished and provides some sense of calm, then still proceed to do so and i hope it helps with ur mental state But if u wanna try and push that shit thru for actual £££ like bukowski and palahniuk types haven't already drained that wave of any groundbreaking or innovative qualities Well Hope u fall flat on ur face

Lots of writers suck right now especially in this age where people fetishize being sad/fucked up and idealize themselves sitting in locally owned coffee shops and ruminating while wearing 2 different colored circle scarves Lotta pretentiousness, lotta feigned superiority(and before u accuse of the same realize i ain't shit and i am aware) The game is fucked up right now truly

I dont want to be a radio host really tho i mean thats like the last defense against starvation/clocking out early Wanna write about my life, other lives and made up lives while i drive on highways until i turn 2 dust

I see black women with short hair and think of the principal from the steve harvey show every time

If my other life dreams dont work out im gonna be a radio host 100%

She dont look busted either she look good I would love to tell yall who she is but that's not how shawty colonization works