Saturday, August 7, 2010

Is this what it was like to be a groupie in high school?

She traded them:
Notebooks and
Black bras
Hoodies in the backseat of a grey
Obviously it's not like that for everyone.
For instance
I traded my bra in the back of a honda
not a volvo.

Credits to Habib Awan for the answer.


The smoke breathes in my lungs
life, which will kill me.
And I am not afraid
but content with this—
with feeling as good as I can
until the death awakes.