"In a moment, at your touch, there is nothing but ruin."
- me whenever i see a pigeon: nice
your girl aint replied to yo txt msg all day but she tweetin while shes “out” and dem tweets got a whole heap of smiley faces in em
16 tweets later and she talkin bout drankin wahdamelum
is yo chick in good hands?
calls diverted to answer phone comin back with a bottle of wine half the content’s gone
now she dressed in black when she left she was dressed in white
said she gon be home by 12 she strollin in at 4
can she fill you in?
Euan Macleod, Self Portrait/Head Like a Hole, oil on canvas, 1999