Monday, September 30, 2013

Gears Ground July 2013

After session with Doctor, don't feel like writing. Cell feels small. I am not happy or comfortable. 

G Baby went to the hole. 

Trayvon Martin's killer walks free, no surprise.

When I tattoo'd FTW on my neck I meant it and I still do. 

I just want to be left alone. 

Give me my friends, family and some shit job with no responsibilty. 

Give me coffee, cigars, my ipod and some stale bread to toss to birds. 

You know what grinds my gears? You, America. Fuck you.