I’m Switching Bank’s, These MFs Let People Rob You Here... If I Run Up On Them I Go To Prison #FukIt
Why breaking up sucks; from the perspective of our tandem bicycle parked in my garage. The boy one, the one with the wimpy legs and the tough fear. The one who never changes clothes. The one who never locks the door. The one always running from the neighbors for all they heard and all they couldn’t hear. The one who begged for change on the empty corner of her emptied pocket heart. The one who talks to himself so much, you would think he was trying to build a fan base out of all the dust in his lazy grace. The one who got sick and couldn’t pedal his own bike for an entire year so they bought me, hoping she could take them everywhere. The boy one who was always on the backseat playing with the bell. He’s the only one still here. Walks past me everyday, pretends I am a church with a cruel god and a foolish congregation. Tells everyone he can’t believe he ever prayed. Sometimes he stops, stares at all my spokes and says “I wish she’d done that more... spoke.” Right now he is too fragile for me to argue the landscape of silence to tell him his streets were so loud she couldn’t ambulance ‘I love you’ through all his looting fight. He hardly noticed the red light of her absent tears or how often she held her pulse to her own ear to make sure she was still here. How can lovers hold up all the stars and not know space is the opposite of what they need when they can’t breathe? But my god, you would not believe how their lungs could turn a hard peddled hill into a year they won. To a year taken back from the triggers of their tongues. To the bullets they took like pills when they were too tired to bleed. Every time they’d reach the top of the hill the boy would press his ear to the girl’s spine and listen for the moment when the saw of her breath would cut down every tree that had ever grown a ring he hadn’t shined for her hand. This is where they’d sing, my tassels twirling in their tender palms. This is where they’d swear wheels could turn around anything. This is where they’d ring the bell and follow each other’s angels to the salt of their sweet lips. Where they’d blush, new as strangers pressed in the palms of the same prayer...
Thoroughly enjoyed taking these and decided I wanted to more of them on here😜 #fukit
My momma said it’s nice not to stick out ya tongue...😝🤷🏼♀️#Uzzy #fukit
This is what I do when people can't wait and cure the bud the right way😠. Threw that bitch in front of the heat vent. I Bet it will be dry enough by morning. Pisses 😠me off when you rush the curing process.
First storm of the season... I left my snow chains at home... "I wasn't ready" #fukit
Can't get em to look at me🤷🏽♂️ #fukit