the things i say are kinda ironic only cause the words are symbolic it might come down to you philosophical as comes to me falling of a bicycle inhale the fume and flip of the pinnacle enlight the flame and picture the miracle, youre all set dont stare or get caught, set your life of in a basket of luck
these walls begin to cave in
As Adam held his annual pay check, he could feel the the envelope light in value, It hadnt lost much of its economical worth but lost all value to him. Is he gonna wait hours at the bank just to cash it in, he stepped back from his fryer, spatula in hand, he thought, “could i be god i could imagine these meats i mold and fry are my creation to go into this world, but only to be found by these hungry pigs,wait whats that. Ive been here since i was twenty, five years gone by, economy improving, yet i cant seem to find a green job.” Why was the fryer on, he wasnt going to burn his paycheck. Three years ago, Adam decided to recieve his pay in Mexican Pesos, a stable economy with a growing chance. That was his dream to leave this cyclical job and move to Sinaloa, a far away land hes never heard of.
#bitches #bears #Blake
lets get drunk
No ink just clicks from my fingers, these words cant comprehend the emotions falling through now, dont even look at the keyboard while you type it doesnt matter what comes out