It seems I always post crazy goth shit...as my daughter says, so here is a nicey nicey flowers and ricey poem for you.
I woke up...k didn't sleep
but newho I was dreaming of u
thought about texting
thought about calling
thought about alot of things
like who is gonna be the Superbowl hereos
how do we clean up all this oil?
and how the hell we got a black president
we all want CHANGE...and america bought it
but the doves are crowing outside
so I know it is gonna rain.
Damn why can't I do nicey nicey?
Cuz I know...like you know
life is NOT nicey nicey
life is a bitch
you marry one
then die.
Got the t-shirt
shit...I own the company
