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Thanks Charles in charge:]

did you get me this tree skirt? cause, i don’t wear skirts.

H.D.T. in da house

Represizzle…

I’m fuggin’ leavin’ dis grime

Leavin’ da dive

This frackin’ town and I don’t jive

On my mutha fuggin’ way

Town, get outa ma grill

I ain’t civil, imma gonna dis-o-bey!

I gots ma two own shirts and ma two pants

Don’t need a bitch to clean em’

Cause I am a man!

Imma free, I’ll survive

I feel alive, whens up in da skies

I see a bad ass mutha fuggin’ woodcock fly

Bitch don’t be ahatin’

on ma bad ass beans

theys keepin’ me a strong bearded bad ass drinkin’ water machine

dis ain’t yo mamma kitchen

dis the mutha fuggin’ woods son

welcome to frackin’ Walden Pond!

2 years 2 months 2 days mutha fuckaaaa!

And bitch you still wanna calls me a sucka!?

I’lls pull out my Glock, unlock my cock,

And make yo day under a hemlock!

I went to the woods yall

I wanted to see

The life of mine lived deliberately….word. 

I’m out.

Time to drink. Some water. On the rocks.  PEACE!

yeah, I’m still alive.

If tumblr was on paper, I would be around more.

I really have a problem with…screens.

::throw up noise::

…and, here we are again. floating? sinking? i dunno…

i feel ok. i always do.

so what is bothering me?

in its most elemental sense, i am the guy wearing a red shirt.  it looks white to you, but…you, are, wrong.  my shirt is me. and for me. it keeps my back warm, or covers my head…protecting me from the rain and sun! so…i will pick the color. i will drink my coffee. i will sing songs to those whom i wish. i will dance in my own time. i will stop to feel to the breeze…i will not care what time it is. ever. i will laugh a lot. but…

but…

i will share.

i will share everything.

nothing is real…without someone to share it with.

jacksonlong:

Sittin’ on my futon with Susanna Jacobs,
kinda drunk and really fuckin’ bored.

hey tumblr,

i know its been awhile. im sorry, but finals week is almost over, and if im not in jail for killing the people who live above me, ill be happy to talk to you more often.  Bon Iver, a big thank you goes out to you. with you singing so sweetly into my ears, i can almost think about blocking out the sounds of the mardi gras celebration happening on top of my house…you, are indispensable.

cassidy, thanks for helping me out today. i appreciate it more than i show sometimes. you, are also indispensable. unlike the pricks in smith hall 323. :]

goodbye tumblr and friends, i will be in contact with full reports.

yours,

c. michael.