midnight...wrenching my hands...my mind twisted but clear enough to write...i pound away on the keyboard and the words pour from my hands...i write of travel... and life's spite...
You read it ... F-A-T aka Fabulous at twenty-five. My favorite wanton coined this for me earlier in a chat conversation. I thought it was a good way of putting my added kilos in a better perspective. Thank you, 'ton. May you always be FAT. :D
2 comments:
dat's wat im talking about! hey! ho! ΓΌ
itz F 2 d A-T
P 2 d A-E
watz wid gaining weight
when ur full of L-O-V-E?
yo.
:P
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