Quit my job to kick raps instead So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin’ in bread Shot the movie, no script Scoured the Heights, no piff Came home like, “It’s no recipes left” Kid’s like, “No shit”
“When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness — I am nothing.”
Virginia Woolf | The Waves
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