“vision impaired by the sunshine, Pocket full of dreams. this empty bottle of moonshine, nothins ever what it seems. maybe we could be together, maybe in a dream. simple kisses get me high, Firm grip around them thighs, can you really feel all of me? that spark inside my eye, through the falling rain we could rise, through the clouds under night skies, as long as your hand cuffed with mine. even with my colors showin could you see yourself at all with me?”—9-27-10
“Obvious variations aside, there’s only one human body…206 bones, five major organs, 60,000 miles of blood vessels. All it takes is time. Days. Months. Years, spent memorizing the finite ways there are to hurt and break a man. Preparing for all of them. I’ve escaped from every conceivable deathtrap. TEN times. A dozen times. I can slow my breathing and metabolism to control panic and conserve air. Straitjacket’s kindergarten. Locks, too. Bench pressing a pine coffin lid through 600 pounds of loose soil that’s filling my mouth, crushing my lungs flat and shredding my dehydrated muscles? That’s harder….but far from impossible”— Batman R.I.P (via overduerent)
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid And they can’t hide it, goin wild like a white bitch Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch.