netherbooger
she told me she witnessed something horrific. she told me that it brought tears to her eyes when she thought of it. she told me she wondered why good things happen to bad people. she told me how it changed her forever. yet, she never told me what it was that had brought her such shame.
a hapless man walks down the street, sighing, and staring into the sky.
today was not his today, and neither will tomorrow.
he knows this and he walks with rigid steps toward unknown destiny.
he is scared of fate; but to fate, he is nothing but an unlucky fool.
juvenile, kids in tough spots, making bad choices.
kids rebelling against things that make their skin crawl.
punks wrapped around society's finger
angry, crazy, fun.
kids like me