OKC v. Lake Show = GOOD ASS SERIES.

I’m just going to be random as fuck and tag a former flame in this entry just to possibly see what the hell he’s been up to [and whatever Tumblr has to show as tags LMAO] being nosy, I know.. but that’s what happens when I know a great amount of artistic people, and only keep up with about half of them because they manage to live under the radar until they’re done with whatever they’re doing. And then it’s the dopest shit ever.

I hate crying when I’m frustrated. I hate how tears burn your eyes after the fact.. or is it because I cry acid? I don’t know. My family sure do know how to push my buttons. Just poking at a dead carcass sometimes. And they wonder why I don’t say shit, because NOTHING has changed. My answer is going to be the same until I get THERE.

So I’m just going to keep shutting down.