Thursday, May 19

concrete box

i always told myself i wouldn't be one of those types to wake up at the same time every day and walk into an office building where everyone's so proper and i have to watch what i say. get that stick out of your ass, old lady in the corner cubicle.

i just have this feeling that my loved ones and i are meant to do something big.

i want to be rich. i want to be filthy rich. i mean, who doesn't? we all need money, clothes, and hoes... we all want that g6. but money has become less of a priority now. i just know that i have to step into the world of creativity.

peace.