Always The Misfit.
February 6, 2011
Like a mentally challenged, I’ve lost the thought.
Like a mute, I’ve lost my voice.
Like a blind, I’ve lost the eye.
Its official, I’ve lost my very own fire to write and shoot, just like over half the city,
I follow.
People who judge outright disgust me,
but I hate the fact I lie for a perfect score.
Eighth week of this year, the horror.
When I say special,
I really mean special.
Not the random guy with the lexus, or the model’s ass you show off to your girlfriends.
Special special.
Dad’s sweet ride
No more booze please, my judgement’s poor enough as it is.
