ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

it sort of feels like..

like dying in reverse.

or, it feels the way it looks in 'interview with the vampire' when vampire pitt first gets bitten, then lays flailing on the floor because his body is dying.

something is definitely dying.

i cant call it yet whether it's good or bad. im thinking good though.
and hoping more than thinking.

it's uncomfortable, but so is childbirth (if i may be allowed to completely dumb down the excrutiating pain that comes with squeezing life out of one's babyhole).
and look at all the joy and shit that brings about. along with saggy tits and hips that may never snap back into place.
but such is life. up & down.

and u know what the problem with niggas is?
the problem with niggas is they want the bitty with the phat ass, but can't handle the stretchmarks.
i got both. if ur in my life come this time next summer, u'll see them both sprawlin and/or joggin on a beach somewhere.
& ur gonna LOVE IT.
& i will too.

i may also be curly headed.
mayhaps even shorthair headed.

anyway,
sometimes things spin around & around & around so fast that they start shaking and vibrating violently and they threaten as loudly as they can to spin off their axis. and sometimes ur pimphand got the power to strongarm mother earth right upside her nose so hard that it'll be 6:37 pm forever.

im there somewhere. in the middle.
it's weird there. there are no lines, just curves.
im used to lines. but i like curves, too.


in conclusion, i need a vibrator and a puppy.
in the meantime, i'm getting a new apartment and another tattoo.

im just 24. that's so incredibly young and perfect.
tracecomesfirstfromnowon.

im coming back, guys.
sorry it's been so long.

amen.

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