I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my (your!) car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even …
freestylin’ – poem 001
rummaging for my stuff and looking at my notebook collection (yes folks, i collect notebooks. i am a sucker for notebooks and i get high just by smelling writing paper--more on that on my succeeding post)....i found one of my so-called diaries where some of my poems were written. i've read through them...and i almost …
LIFESTYLE WANDERLAND 