Improvise.

I've been sitting in my room for months.
Feeling lost,
Hungry,
Stoned,
Obviously it's been a while.
Once again, I am sorry for such an abrupt absence.
I've just been growing ten fold every day, finding what sensibility is left in these bones.
Its always the same struggle.
Always the same wanderlust.
Lust, in addition to Love has been put on momentary pause, I cant let such addictions run rampant in my head, discovering how much something affects your emotional sanity is a real eye opener.
Yes, Im single.
Though alone, I do not understand this concept of individuality.
The want involved in "putting down" your peers has made a turn for the worse,
I fell into depression because of a rumor for a while.
I became less than human for a moment.
Lower then dirt.
FUCK THAT SHIT.
"the name I use will be built by noone but myself. Besides, I aint noone's fuckin pawn. Not when my my mama showed me, I was King." -BYung
Poetry,
Art,
Criminal Activity.
Heres some fucking photos.









I love you like crazy.
The secret to living is inside your head.
STEADY MOBBIN

-W.Spahk