Turbo build Log #1:

today at 2:14 AM I hit 13 pounds of boost, knowing that the engine can barely take 15 pounds; I quickly let off the throttle.

but holy mother fucking holy grail of shit faced cunt sucking OMG.

I could barely grip the steering wheel.

I think I should bring it back to 10-8 pounds of compressed air and see what I get from that.


my car. my nubby. the only female that still bitches to me about wearing a seatbelt.

other than my best friend....but i think she complains about the beeping more than the non-seatbeltness of it.

=| life is goood. yes it is.

Accepted rejection.

"There comes a point in ur life when u realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore & who always will. So don't worry about people from your past, there is a reason they didn't make it to your future"

Reflections

I watch you from the sidelines, that’s where I stare,
Realizing that you..you’re breathing MY air.
Just like every time I see you, telling myself that I don’t care
All the while, it’s you, you and that hair.
I try hard to get you out of my head, for we are friends
And to do anything about what I feel, I’m sure we will see our end
Yet again, just like before. I’m unsure,
I torment myself but this time with great pleasure,
I’ve done my job of keeping this secret a great treasure
It’s just, I stand at the edge of the sideline, and I see you
And I feel like this poetry shit, just wont’ do it
I want to drag you into my world, as I’ve done to girls before
But this time it’s gonna be different, because quite frankly,
You’re not a whore.


oh my god. i'm in trouble. my mind is working, this time it works double. lets snuggle, a hug from you. shit. oh man. my bad, my level.