kjyo

right now, sxmstr.

anything high rise and selvedge with some heft and weight. props to levis, lee, and wrangler for unlocking my inner denimhead.

boxers. uniqlo.

slow and painful. chaos, war, and sickness consuming. while i pass while having my c*ck throated because i’m a selfish prick.

hypocrite.

for never being there whenever i wanted you; but when i needed it. for the guidance, and for the lessons in your faults. …even if your shadow was short-lived.

fuck you.

false sense of value of ego. or the lack thereof for some people,

sleep. …f*cking is always an option though if you want something else to do.

as passe as it may sound, yes. the thing is, we lost the essence of being gentlemen along the way; coming to expect something out of the kindness we pretend to give- the faux values we try to espouse and flaunt. forgetting the core that real kindness expects nothing in return,

the first week it opened, my dad took me and my brother to ride it; gave the kid me some form of hope for a future that the ph may see come to fruition. …that hope died way before my father passed; but the memory stays.

they don’t; they fall for the thing that overshadows the looks.

hahaha. good luck.

back when i was a kid, one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. can’t recall the number,

never ask a question you’re not prepared to hear the answer to.

“is (s)he better than me?”

phone.

the system already is. what’s worse is we can’t seem to rewrite the punchline of the damn thing.

“i forget.” -some dude, idk.

college memories. long hours and a f*ck ton of swearing. ….those were the days.

rpgs mostly.

if you’re only buying one, get a pc- if not; who cares. console are mostly designed for ease of use/travel friendliness and their plug and play mechanic.

personally, i think it’s a sin if you’re filthy rich and you’re f*ck ugly. there’s a whole branch of health/medicine that caters to vanity; use it. abuse it.

both. but if i had to go for one or the other; i’d pick the latter.

good grammar.