forget hinges stay on the fringes is what Dr. Seuss would say

there are a couple things that get to me in this city (NY)

1. People who think they are old.

2. People who love fluff talk (I.E- School, work or anything that aggravates the senses)

3. People who do not dream anymore.

It irks me to think that people my age and slightly above consider themselves old. Shit if you do not think for one second that Old John Wrinkle Dick wouldn’t trade places with you so he can get his fuck on you are an intense dumbass. 🙂 I mean why do we fear aging and not embrace it in American culture?

We are meant to grow old and beautiful.

But shit why talk about deeper issues when somebody always wants to touch on the superficial shit in life.

Have you ever found yourself listening to someone and zoning the fuck out because the conversation is always about the same dumb shit.

You know you do not give a fuck what I plan to do with a college degree.

So please just ask me if I enjoy light bondage or some shit LMAO

Lastly something that depresses me to the utmost is people who forget to dream.

People here get wrapped up in school, work, their business, kids, who the fuck knows.

They become their professions, their responsibilities and all that fun shit.

But if they only knew that dreams can never be tarnished by others they would smile more.

We all wear masks but when we dream the masks we wear are truly different sides of us

as we walk through the door with no hinges to

sit atop the wall of the fringes.

DREAM PLEASE