Broke and hungry. Ain’t no fuckin’ food to eat in this here house. No sir. I never had myself a wallet, but if I did, it’d be dry as an old women’s sour pussy. If you didn’t get that, it means I’m fucking broke. If you be to square to even get that, then you be one bitch, but I pity you. It means I has no money on me. I can’t go to the store and buy myself some foods. Gots to wait till morning. When the sun shines across these dirty streets.
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andamazing posted this
Hi, hello, fuck you! I'm Alan, nice to meet you. What'd you say your name was??? Wow, that's a nice name. Oh, this is my blog. You see, i'm afraid that soon I'll be old and rotten, much like a fruit that's been left out in the sun. Not only that, but I'm certain most of my braincells will be gone by then. I know, this makes me sad as well. Not to worry, I'm documenting the thoughts in my head here, my own way of staying alive after death. though, I'm sure by the time I die, this site will be a fossil of the internet, meaning some, only a few will come across it. I don't mind, as long as it's out there.
