Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

 
bitches man... BITCHES. always talking shit. dont know how to act. fuck this fuck that, anti ain't havin it.

i see you stand and glare out of the corner of my eye, but i dont try
to pay attention in your direction, or show any affection
your eyes drop down to your chin, you're done again

hiding behind smiles and all the whiles the tension can be felt for miles and miles

i saw your freaky, nutty, cooky website on the internet, and i thought i'd give you a ringa-a-ding-ding-hey.

i guess during these storms and floods im reaping the benefits of living in a TANK of a building. i cant even tell when it's raing or nothing, and bigtanky tells me that her house felt like it was doing a cameo appearance in the first scene of the wizard of oz, or some shit. she kept waiting to land on the yellow brick road, nahmean? but then it's a hassle when i stroll out to the corner store with sandlas on, and my bathrobe and hair curlers. im like, "whoops."

the thing is, the jig is up on haters. and if you live in LA, you know a LOT OF HATERS. i derno why, but they congregate here. people know this town for it's fake tits, fake suntans, and streets laced with palm trees. well that's a bad description, no doubt, but if you're gonna go that route, put HATERS on the TOP of that list.

imma hater, now what g?

it's funny how just the thought of slicing your nipples off with a razor blade makes you have to grab your chest.






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