Sin is in

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July 2012

61 posts

We end our day up on the roof. I say I’ll jump I never do. But when I’m drunk I act a fool, talking ‘bout: “Do they sew wings on tailored suits?” I’m on that ledge, she grabs my arm, she slaps my head, it’s good times, yeah. Sleeve rips off I slip, I fall. The market’s down like sixty stories & some don’t end the way they should. My silver...

Close your eyes to what you can’t imagine. We are the Xany gnashing, Caddy smashing, bratty ass. He mad he snarched his daddy’s Jag and used that shit for batting practice.

“Imagine if I gave a fuck. Now imagine if I didn’t. Good. You still have an imagination.”

“I’m planning a party for my next birthday. It’s gonna be a surprise, so don’t tell me.”

“I love it out here, this is what I want - cause I count for something. Back...”

“Real bitch, all day, uptown, Broadway.”

Leaving on a jetplane.

“I swear I’ve got three lives balanced on my head like steak knives.”

i see nothing wrong with liking things that other...

“If it brings me to my knees it’s a bad religion.”