you go to the dealership but you never cop nothin...

Its unbelievable.
The idea is inconceivable.
(to me)
Exhibits A-Z
Could not illustrate
the deterioration
(of our illumination)
The regulatory senses in my anatomy
cannot perceive your center
(anymore)
Your heart wears a bulletproof vest
not of teflon like 50....
but of animalism and aphrodisia.
nauseating.
Thats really all the energy I'm willing to put into this.

impala.

I love pie charts.

I'ma survivor, damnit.

Dude. I have never been so appreciative for all the time I had a car. I think much of the American public take driving an automobile daily for granted. I'm not really sure about the subject verb agreement on that last sentence...It sounds wrong, but it may just be right. Fuck it, poetic license right? Although, this is not a poem. Prose at best, but I digress. Back to the car scenario. My time walking / utilizing public transport in the lovely Greenwich has been a little annoying, but all in all not that bad. When my car first died it was like armageddon. How would I do anything??!?! I figured it out. I'm a survivor. Ladies, listen to Destiny's child and learn all you need to know in la vida. Beyonce and her posse also taught me other invaluable life lessons, for instance:
1. If he cant pay your bills, hes a trifling, good for nothing kinda brotha
2. Even If The Pope Said He Likes You Too I Don't Really Care 'cause You're A Bug A Boo
3.Ladies leave your man at home. The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
4. Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier...