Friday, July 1, 2011
I saw you crossing the street. you were with your friends. I watched all of you jay walk. The four of you were done, it was a weekend. I was shocked to see the state you were in. I watched you talk to other men. You four are unfortunately something I can't envy. Girls partying past midnight, not working, hustling, but crusting, stagnating and rusting. The fast food, the cheap shrills will end. Losing weight is no success, when it comes at a cost you can't conceive. Magazine photo shoots are lies, brought down on sculptures, on strong stores of electric feelings.