snap your fingers. tap your heel to the concrete.
in this little number we party like its 1888.
i hope you like to dance to different beats.
you'll love this record.
or hate it.
YOU ARE READING
dear god
Non-FictionRyan's livejournal entries a.k.a. pure poetry n we have hobo as the cover cause our fav poet's profile pic was/is also hobo and i believe that's the way he wanted it to be
