Giggidy-03

I. California, you are like God, with so many to love that you can't love us all anymore. you gave us cocaine and spray paint to occupy ourselves. I left, with palm trees and pine trees and big city lights in my hair. II. Virginia asked me why I painted my nails the color of 80mph car crashes for two years in homage to you. You should be proud of the fuck-off girl you grew me to be. You should have warned me that you can see the stars at night on the east coast; the sky is black, I wasn't prepared. III. Now, North Carolina hugs me at the hips, and grows on me quickly, like love handles. North Carolina gave me snow an

Lets take a stroll down the happy side of life. If optimisms missin than you have to get it right. The opposite of trippin is to nearly only stumble. Like sand is the aftermath of mountains when they crumble. We always have to wonder whats the point of being nervous. When all our friends are smiling-- like restaurant services. Father never heard us, mother always cared. My radio blastin, shes mad with a snare. BUCK! BUCK! Blastin shots from ah GATT. Surly foes fall when you think like that. Distracted by a man in his blue suede shoes. Watchin as he ponders on what path to choose. The tools of the trade, Decisions being made.