trying hard -- and everything else that I am but would never admit. Everything here is random and straight, no chaser. There's only one rule: No thinking twice.
My existence skinned, x-rayed and CT scanned.
I don't want to work, I just want to make mixtapes all day. And for some reason I want to do some Photoshopping. Should I just waste all this energy to work when I can actually create something beautiful at this very moment? Oh, woe is the Petty B.