I am on a mission .
Mission : Rid The World Of Wack Shit .
This WACK-ness is making me convulge .
It's gross and lame .
Check my definition :
Lame, sorry-ass shit , ain't even legit .
Just plain sucks, or isn't cool at all .
Something that oozes horrible-ness; stupid; fake; talentless .
Basically , A public decree to be not very good
by those with taste and distinction.
That which makes an effort to achieve the
approval by those who posses style and jazz ,
but fail horribly and need to be beaten :)
And if you find yourself liking wack shit .
Get away from whatever it is ASAP .
Or your brain will deteriorate
And you will catch the sickness and you will end up like this man :
One person of every high school class will end
up like this man .
Now .
Do you wanna end up like that ?
I don't think so .
So don't get involved in wack shit .
:)
Byeeee <3
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
