god i miss my mind sometimes... its always good to write shit on paper..... im sittin @ the public library.... and im siting here reading my post from march 15 and think 2 myself how much i need to listen to me cause i can be pretty smart fucker sometimes.....

since i'm talking to myself i guess i can pretty much tell you nething right Jata.... well heres the truth.....

shes got a strange look in her eye..... i dont trust her..... i trust dissappointment.... thats why that look is strange to me.... she looks at me.... and i wonder if thats what love looks like in her world..... "What??".... i say.... she knods her head pulling back to get a panoramic view.... "i like your little lips"she says "i like your everything" i say... as always.... pattin that juicy booty..... its sweet.... but if shes trying.... its lost on me.... i wonder when shes gonna leave?.... do i want her to heave?.... it dont matta neway though.... they all leave...... in an embrace... i might as well be in Saigon somewhere......

"just love and be loved".... thats what i tell myself.... thats whut my boi tells my on the phone in the traditional Saturday morning phone call... she be like "i dont know man.... the shit aint supposed to be pretty... its just gotta taste good"..... and i hate myself for having no real faith... for sayin but not beliving in the possiblilty of possibility.... "god sent me a friend"..... she says..... "me too" i say..... i make a mental note..... to stop trippin.....