Emulation Greatest: #5(#1 Alive)

You see who I consider the top 4 out of 5? Edgar Allan Poe, J.D. Salinger, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Shakespeare. Who's #5, who really cares right? Wrong. He's the youngest one and honestly, to me...He's the best. He'll be better then all the rest because he could do it too unless otherwise instructed. But without instructions, he can put it all together so clearly and clever. He makes you feel smarter all together. Fuck that, he makes you feel, for real. Any emotion he wants to reveal. #5 is different then the top 4. The other 4 are dead, he's still alive. Not only is he alive and breathing, we have reason to believe he's about to show off his work. More then the fact that he's about to do that, he's BLACK?! Holy crap...I think I like him more in fact. Wait a second, he's how old? 22? Well damn, that's young...He just begun? Which means we have at least 10 more years to develop this talent here if we get to him early? Oh no way, let's take him away on vacay...Wait a minute, he just wants to smoke and write? Well, that's alright with me...Shit, we could send him to Holland and let him do that on TV. People will pay to see that...Or to listen to him talk, I guess. What'd you say his name was again? #5, the one living? Yeah...I heard about it on Facebook...Then I saw the whole thing on his blog. His names R...what? Oh oh, not the first name until I meet him, got it. But I mean, it's there on his profile. Oh, that's not being formally introduced. Haha, I like this kid already. So R. what? He works by himself, does thing's Solo? Tatted across his arm, how do you know so much about him sweetheart? I thought you said you've never seen him before, just on facebook. Well whatever, Who's #5, top dead or alive? The only one still living, meaning?
...He's the best out right now since the other 4 died out.
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #1(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

To call you a Rose is but gentle folly of name. Perhaps your beauty is so much that you have not even been bestowed such a thing, as a name. As the stars twinkle beneath moonlight, I can not imagine what it would feel like to know your name. It would be a change in my life I would forever undertake, as soon as the day breaks. My eyes have never seen such a beauty as yours...Nor shall I ever, of course. Which is why I cast aside my pride and put it all on the line one time, if I feel your beautiful of course. The right to be selective is mine, but perhaps this is divine. You must be named Angel for your beauty denotes Heaven. You must be God's gift to the world. And as I stand here, I can not help but stare at the star that you are and wonder...How did I even get here? How did I get the chance to stand so near to a living Angel? So near that I could see her. So near her that I could hear her voice if she spoke it one time, but the pleasure has been all mine. Of speaking my voice, of letting you hear my words that fall remarkably upon ears. So I raptured a smile and her attention at my most recent, emulation. The #1, Dead or Alive, his style? Forget about the rhyme scene, I'm more about the theories. Romeo and Juliet were star crossed lovers, Midsummer's Night Dream was about fairies who were drunk and fucking, and Othello, well...You know. Sometimes, a nigga's paranoia is a killer, but other dudes really tryna getchu set up. Anyway, have you yet to discover his name? Tis a shame your brain can not arrange some range of sense. Must it be beneath window that I call your name? Must Mercutio be a cousin to me and Juliet my lover indeed? Or can you see, it's just the R in me, Emulating the one and only...
William Shakespeare. I fear it is true...That's #1, dead or alive my friends.(I'll tell you about #5 anyway)
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #2(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

He was an interesting fellow, you see. More interesting then that man with the beers on T.V., but unlike he, this man shall remain un-named. He was amazing with his hands. They moved so fast and with a dash of each finger, he found the right note. Hit the right chords and of course all he heard was rounds of applause. Sorry, my fault...That was me. You see, I surprisingly enough couldn't help but fall to a hush as he made that beautiful noise. Not a voice sounded. The soloist seemed to be in his own little word, creating great sounds with each chord, according to the crowd.
It was his party, yet he was the entertainment. Everywhere he went. That moment upon the piano chair hushed the drunken crowd into an attentive recital audience. Judges, even. Yet as he stood from the chair and gracefully bowed, it became so loud again. Lively and things happening all over, once more. I could not keep my eyes off of him, my neighbor, the Soloist. As he looked so dearly into the eyes of Miss G, the most beautiful moment I've seen. In that moment, I hated him. He was so great and then she made me happy. She pulled away from his gaze and found mine.
Of course, in due time, she made her way to me as he mingled with other guests. I suggest that my #2 favorite was Gatsby, of course. With the charm that never wore off. While some brains were too foolish to be a part of this man's master plan. he believed in them and look at what it cost.
Though some have strayed from their course, I of course, stay on point. With minimal flaws, I don't fall. So you see, I'm stay high above stars...In my UFO car. I'm flyer then your average being which is why I'm an Unidentified Flyer Object then alotta you dudes. Hence why your not seeing me. No lie...I gotta reach down just to touch the sky, that's how fly I am. Damn, who's #2 again? F.S. Fitzgerald, you ever heard of the Great Gatsby?
Somewhat of a sad American classic to me.
R. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #3(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

I might have to be out my mind to think that I could end up being Top 5, dead or alive. But you see, I'm different. My mind thinks in other ways that in some ways resembles...Greatness. I guess you liked to know where my story began, but I came from my mother...Like everybody else. What else happened? Shit happened. I grew up and shit happened. That's how my story breaks down. Not when I was young, not when I was having fun, but when I fell down on my face. That's where the good story takes place. Everything else, that's just shit that happened to me way back when I was a boy....Before my life morphed me into a man...That sort of transformation, it was amazing. To see me fall flat on my face, that being the good story that takes place. That being the story that I write about now as I emulate #3. Mr. J.D.
Catcher in the Rye of course. 9th grade English course, Miss Totman...I remember that broad. Passed off strength of my older brother's impression, thank you. Anyway, Holden Caulfield showed me what's real that year. How people break down in fear of phonies. How when your upset enough, you don't care if she's horny...You'd rather leave somebodies brain blown from their dome. But your just afraid of the phonies. Me? I hate phonies, but I tolerate phonies. I enjoy the haters, they make me elated...Almost as if she's blowing me, but not quite the same elation. You know what I'm saying? J.D. Salinger, he managed to be #3, to me. Personally I guess, Holden Caulfield was the best. Character created by a person that wasn't me, but you'll see. In due time, where I end up on the top 5.
Mr. $olo

Emulation Greatest: #4(Top 5 Dead or Alive)

Upon a cool and cloudy spring eve....In which the day held a high humidity, we were met that night with a breeze. After some time, there came drops of rain upon the window pane of the car, but we cared no more as the pedal hit the floor. We were gone. Moving faster then speed itself, it felt like...It felt like we were flying through space in some sorta UFO race. That's how high I can get and yes I bet, you've never been here before. It's like I like you, but I adore the car. That's why every time, I push the pedal to the metal and I make her purr. Vroom vroomin the pussy, it's feeding my passion like I'm beating it raw. But of course, I'm just emulating the 4th. 4th of my top 5, best to do it of course. But you see, I'm not a copier, so I just mirrored a line. That's just so I didn't really commit any plagiarism crimes. Just in case I catch a case for something stupid, like leaving a shot in somebodies heart like my name was Cupid...Cause he was acting foolish, I had to shoot him. Back to that night, where I decided to write again...When the humidity was high, but at the night I got Higher then the wind...I didn't even feel the cold, I felt my soul. With every word I wrote, quote the Raven, "Nevermore." Yes, I'm emulating Mr. Poe of course, but my soul still Soars. Above nightmares and whores...I see Queens and a Porsche. 911, somebody needs to help them when I'm dreaming. Cause I'm the dream changer, turn those into reality. So now you know. My #4 is Edgar Allan Poe...He's one of the top five, dead or alive, to me. But Edgar Allan Poe is just # 4 in my top ten...and I still put myself higher then him. Top 5 dead or alive? Greatest writer to ever live? The other 4 are dead, I'm currently ever living. Hello...You should start twitting me because I'm about to blow...Haha, just a joke. Follow the keystrokes...Read what I wrote. Quote me, forevermore.
R. $olo

Real Babe(Who needs Fantasy or a Dream?)

When the Queen I seek is living, breathing. The same air that I intake at times, but my lungs are fine, so we still exhale at the same time. Sometimes, but at least the same air. So what about a Dream Queen or a Fantasy? When they are both combined, I find Misses Right Perfection and her affection is mine. I won't waste time with corny lines about how she's been through my mind, she already understands that. She's feeling the same, so why waste time talking? She's already walking towards me cause she knows I'm a savage...The type to get it in right there on the marble floor...Raw. Most of the time, we use protection but today's been a long day. We've been away from each other for too long already so why waste time? If she's right and perfect? She already knew it was worth it after the first kiss, after I tasted her lips for the first time, after I put her lips to mine and let her taste chocolate, she knew it was all worth it. So when I can afford, I'll give her the world cause she deserves it. The type to get a Lambo for cooking me food since we stay on the move. We, meaning me and her. We got a maid and a butler, She's black and British and he's from Colombia. He's in the kitchen and sometimes, she's gets to fuck with us...Or do whatever it is that she does, in her little maid outfit. I don't give a shit, honestly, cause I think everybody should be paid. So why wouldn't I have a butler and a maid? I don't like to cook or clean and I wouldn't want my Queen too...If I could afford it. I would just buy her shit like it's Christimas. A Maserati for doing the dishes. But don't think that I'm just buying her things, I'm just giving her the best cause I'm the King. SWAG is his name, his domain shakes more then a mind frame. It shakes her whole body, all the time....Elevated elations, every time. He already knows nobody did it like him before. He already knows you came at least 4...5 times? And every time he left you saying, damn...He's mine. She can have it, anytime she wants it...On the kitchen floor that's marble in front of the butler who'll probably be so focused he'll keep on cooking while the maid is looking in. Wishing she could get in on what me and my babe are doing, but knowing that it would be foolish. We too busy doing other things...King's pleasing Queen. That's as simple as it would be for us, if I was fortunate enough. So all I got to say is...
Where is my real babe? When I see her, I'ma greet her and say...Hello, I'm Mr. $olo. Dollar sign, no S yes...Me. The nigga from ya dreams that you used to cream over...I mean, lose sleep over...I mean, I'll letchu be so you can have a good night's rest. I'll just play teddy bear I guess. But, more sincere then that is the fact that if I meet her, I would want to do it right away. Yep, change her name. From whatever it is to Mrs. Sol...O yes, I would do it on one knee. Propose in front of our friends and family...At somebody elses wedding. And we go somewhere better then them during their honeymoon...Cause that's what you deserve from me. The world first honey...I'll take you to the moon later.
R. $olo

1st Ever Loveletter(How should I say this...?)

You got a nice ass. I mean, I saw ya face first and how ya body tapered into a nice waist. I noticed you had thick thighs and beautiful eyes, ya leg's looked right. Chinky eyed...Had me thinking you were Asian. But before we started blazing, I caught sight of something amazing...I had just heard ya voice and for some reason, it settled my nerves...But that curve? Cot damn...I became rattled again, moreso excited at the sight of...Something so beautiful. Not just ya ass, that was amazing...But all of you? My nerves are settled but now I'm jumbling words cause the one word that came to my mind with every line you spoke was, beautiful. It wasn't like I was shocked and awed, I was still able to hold my part of the conversation but I'm saying...Ya ass? Cot damn. Look, I'm not just after that...As a matter of fact, I'm trying to letchu know I really don't care about the physical. I'm moreso a mentalist, more so in love with what's inside. But I'm not ya average man baby girl, I'm not after ya heart. I'm tryna fall in love witcha brain while at the same time, stimulating mine beyond ectasy...You still with me? That's what I loved to do. Fuck you...I mean, fuck witchu mentally beyond anyone else's comprehension, did I forget to mention? I drift off sometimes into this little world of mine where the lines flow so easily? Almost too easily? Anyway, I'm after what's inside...Cause I wanna get to know you, wanna get to show you that I am the best man...Including my sexual performance which I believe should win at least Best Scene at the Academy...Awards? Haha, I feel like if we performed we would win an Oscar! Too bad I don't make sextapes...Anyway, like I was saying. It's not about the sex, I just want to be the one next to you at night, the one who holds you whenever you cry...The one who wipes those tears with his hand and makes you smile?But honestly, what I really wanted to say is...Ya ass is beautiful.(But so is the rest of you. Inside first and out Too)

R. $olo

Excerpt from "A Legend's Revelation"

...Because I am in control, sole control...I know what's destined for me. Since I know my destiny, why even continue to speak? You see, I'm here strictly for entertainment. Hence why I beat around the bust and push you to your limit...I don't give a shit about you. I kill fools, literally and figuratively. I see the defeat in your eyes eveytime I give you an answer because it's not what you want to hear. You fail to realize I really don't care and I tell you what I want you to hear. It's entertaining to me. I also see your intrigued by me which is why you've yet to abandon your line of questioninig. It's frustrating, but bare with me. Ask specific questions, get specific answers, you understand me? Good. Why? Because now we may be on the same page. Life has changed for me, especially recently. I was sent to a place where lives were erased daily over power & hunger. Sent to a place that put tears on my face becaused I had no idea what my race was doing. I remember Hitler and the Jews and thinking, "Damn, how cruel?" How could you try and eliminate people who did nothing against you? How could you hate them for having different views to the point in which you question their existence and try to execute their extintction? How could you try and erase their lives daily, begin a genocide because they are...Different? Simply put. Fast forward a few decades and current day Sudan is where I land. And man...I cried.
R. $olo(Excerpt from "A Legend's Revelation.")

PS-For those who believe I'm cocky and only write about me...This story is written for a friend, character inspiration drawn from a friend, written to entertain the world...Because his story is better then mine. Westbury, Long Island, New York...Stand up and support my work. We'll put it on the map.

Get with Us or Get Lost-The Family

Knowledge

She told me she was a freak. She liked to do everything...Eat, cook, clean, and let me beat...Anytime. She liked it from behind or on her side so she could kiss me while I beat her insides...Up, down, whatever. She really was a freak. She didn't need to speak for me to see it. She tried to keep it a secret at first of course, but that's cause she's shy...That's how I knew. She liked to do everything, I even thought about getting her a ring. She's fitting for a King...I envision her a Queen. She even lies well, but well...We tell no lies, we have no secrets. We just coincide with our magic touch. The magic word is sexlove but we just fuck...Forget the word. But the first time, she must have thought I was blind. I could spot a freak a mile away...I was once one back in the day. But what'd she say?"I do everything except for give head." I paused before I laughed, which made her smile. "What's so funny?""Well, your a honey dip with luscious lips. Sweet chocolate skin with some sort of candy filling, I'm feeling like making you scream. Making ya heart melt while your candy turns to cream, you know what I mean? You like to do what I love, except you don't give head? Well...I'm the best at what I do, my mind's set on sexloving you, and before I forget...I'm exceptional in bed which means I expect head."Silence from her. "You don't agree? well you need better knowledge if your fucking with me." She nodded her head and agreed...So I began to teach. Before the first session was over, by some sort of blessing, she had received a doctorate Degree from me. She even made me say, "That's the whop whop amazing graces!" A+...Best of her class.No wonder I could see me and her forever...I'm the best at what I do too...And I'm a writer, thank you.

R. $olo

Swagger is...

Getting higher every day. Everyday now, I wake up and say I'm the shit now. Regardless of how you feel about me, every morning, I believe I'm the flyest thing possible. I'm in the UFO while you riding the G4...The Pontiac car, not the plane. What I'm saying is, we on two diferent levels and 99% of yall haven't even SEEN my level, so how could you possibly be flyer then me? How could you possibly do it better then me, you can't be serious. When I turn serious on you Jokers, it's like you want to break the controller cause you so mad. It's just 2k9, damn. But if I have to get real serious like the Joker, I'll split ya face from cheek to cheek in the street, just so Everyone can see you Smiling. Don't take life so serious. I'm having fun every day in one way or the next, so please check the bullshit at the door...Don't come around my way no more. If you can't balance fun and business, then you best make it ya business to keep it moving. We living, not just doing it. We just do it so good that it looks fun, that it is fun for us...Cause it's what we love. I do what I love to do, so fuck you if you don't like it, that's just the way my swagger is. Either you could get with it or get lost. I don't care if you the Big Boss, Little Boss, or no Boss...Cross the line and you will get lost...One way or the next. And I don't care if you a g or a geek, if ur really about money...Then you could get with me(No HOMO). And if your a female who's about her shit...U could get with me 2, as long as u ain't scared of riding in UFO'S and the places I could show u. Cuz my swagger is getting higher every day...So is my pay rate, so keeping on hating haters...It's elevating.I'm elated with ya hatred.

R. $olo

White Widow(Excerpt from book I'm working on entitled, "Heavy Lies The Crown."

Honored was his name that night. He had devised a great military plan that gained his people more land...More glory to his name. Established that further in his record of dominance...In the years his people considered their mmost prominent. When defeat seemed imminent, he rose and defended them once again. The greatest? That was what they proclaimed in the streets during the parade that day. He had done such a remarkable job...Some even believed he was half-man and half-God. A descendant of Aries, perhaps? He hacked with his own sword from his great black mare of a horse. Hammered foes as if there was no one else upon the battlefield but him, though he was the King. He wasn't supposed to fight, let the legions do his bidding. However, the King had none of such and rushed into battle. If they were merits and honors to be given, he would have received if he wasn't King. It was his duty to do so. To give honor and merits for those brave souls. For those fortunate enough to come home, to them he owed his deepest graditutde and respect...His undying loyalty. But it was his name they called in the streets as he proceeded across the mode that designated his home. He was the first to walk through the gate, golden crown upon his head. Rubies of rich red and diamonds of blindling light glimmered brilliantly that day. As did the center, oblong, obsidian stone, whispered in folklore to be the heart of his soul. If that crown was adorned, it would be because he had fallen. Heart and soul gone. Such was not yet the case, however. He was clever and staved off death plenty of times. Led his army to victory, freed more slaves and endangered men. Then, he came home and was honored. He gave no speech, just waved his hand briefly from his horse. A smile here and there, but he was tired. War did not coincide with his sleep. In his mind, rest was for the weary and weak or men who wanted to be defeated. None were he, save for now weary. The sun sapped his energy, yet he continued onward in the parade, continued to hear that beating sound that was his name.Such a procession lasted the whole day, to him it seemed. Towards late afternoon, he was finally reunited with his Queen. Finally reunited with the beauty that was she, that was truly his soul. For if anything ever happened to her, he would turn colder then an ice storm and ravage anything that moved to his disliking. He loved her that much. Her touch warmed his soul and her love kept it warm while he was away...But it turned colder everyday in war until he could no longer take it. Until he became the beast that claimed lives without a moment's hesitation, all in anticipation of returning home to the loving arms of his Queen.That night, him and his Queen sat smiling at one another, eyes barely wavering from each others. They honored him at the feast, cheerd his name until the dining hall shook. Him and his queen were drunk with the finest wine, which seemed to entice their physical want for one another. The largest smile was upon his face after the Queen whispered in his ear, "Meet me upstairs." After she made her exit and her name was cheered, that smile that was upon his face quickly disappeared. She came.The queen was the love of his life, second in priority only to his country and people. No mortal was her equal, but this evil? Her sight caused death. She took away his breath as their eyes locked and he could not deny it.She was beautiful in her flowing white gown. Porcelain skin, hair a golden white...Her beauty brought him to his knees. She made him want to bow and kiss her feet. Her azure eyes mesmerized him, forcing the King to avert his gaze. What had she come for now? To celebrate his victory? He knew better then such, she was the bane of his existence.The crowd had already dissipated from the Great hall as he stood tall, eyes averted still. It was not until it was empty, that he looked once more. He had turned so cold. His hands became cold and his body shook as if it had never known warmth. His breath came out as a white smoke as if he was out standing in the cold. As if he was in the presence of a dragon. Yet fear didn't shake his heart, not nearly as much as hatred.She was so beautiful and she knew it. She walked to him slowly, white gown flowing by her ankles with each gentle sway of her steps. How could he resist? She smiled at him, parting pouty lips to show him pearly white teeth, he began to feel weak...Again. He had almost forgotten about his Queen, again...Just as he did the night when him and her first met.She finally came before him, smile having turned into a grin. "Have you missed me," she whispered, so seductively. It made him uncomfortable, especially the way her chest was now pressed against his. He was forced to turn away, tears in his eyes in hatred. "Have you not missed me, oh King," she questioned again, her hand having once more found his chest. "I feel your heart beat so warmly for me."He turned to her, eyes full of fury and disgust. "I have," he whispered vehemently, mind trying it's hardest to hold on to memories of his Queen. He could not lose, could not let her defeat him again with their dark secret."Dark," she questioned aloud. A laugh as she moved her hand away from his skin. "Your much darker then me, my King. And it'll always be our little secret, she'll never see it. You just have to give me...What I want from time to time."He closed his eyes as a single tear fell. This could not have been one of her times. He hated the sight of her for she made him hate himself. For the King had made only one transgression since he had been with his Queen. One offense that would always keep secret until he died. That one time...War lasted too long and he was too far from home. She found him and he didn't know...She was the enemy."Not now my king...Not now. You can have that poor woman you consider a Queen. But you know I am more pleasure then she could ever be." His eyes opened and soon came a frown. She was gone from sight once more. The only one who weaved him into a web, who had caught the King in her bed and ensnared him with her trap. He loved every moment of it, it was his darkest sin. So every now and again, he would get a visit from something who offered something he couldn't resist...The White Widow and her pouty lips.

Heavy Lies the Crown

R. $olo

Definite Possibilites.

Like...I may end up sitting there, staring at somebodies chick who I know I could give good dick to. But she has a man so I hesitate, my game shakes and crumbles before my hands. My friends say I have no game. I guess they are right cause I have always been shy. But that's just how I've been, I'm attractive and attracting. I never developed game cause the girls came with the territory. But, back to the story. My voice get's so low it's hard for anyone to reply, so low that when I get high...I gotta repeat my stories every time. What'd you say Solo? That's how it usually goes, but to the one I'm talking to? I have no problem repeating it, but to my boo, I whisper it and tell her, "Baby, front like what I just told you is a secret...Can you keep it?" She just nods and laugh as her friends gasp and ask..."What'd he just say?" Then we laugh and I say, "Mind ya business." That's it. We keep it moving without missing a step, me and my lady friend. But once again, that's what's missing. Not the friends, but the special one. The one who understands it's just fun, even if we slip up and fuck. It just makes our friendship closer and who knows? It may be good enough to get married off the strength...Not the pussy, the friendship I mean. It's definetely possible. Just the way chivalry exists and I was bred with it. So I don't go too hard or come on too strong...I hesitate before I respond. I take a moment to think of what I really want to say and what's the best way to say...It. Anything is possibly, so can we possibly do something that's on both our minds? You staring at me with ya beautiful brown eyes, I'm tryna keep my eyes from not creeping down to ya beautiful thighs...And you just smile. What am I looking at? You already know it's you so let's stop being playful. When I look into ya eyes, you pretend like you shy cause you already see it in me. And when our eyes lock, you wish it wouldn't stop so you look up again and then you imagine...What would it be like? Just one night with him? That's when I look away cause I can see it from your stare...Your wondering? Yeah, me too. But I'm chivalrous, so I look away but I say..."It's on you." What I'm really thinking is, anything is possible...And we could keep it a secret...If you want to.
R. $olo

Reality Is...

I'm a crowned King who breaks bread with other Kings. Other warriors who command legions of soldiers. We sit at the table with each other, no Knights are amongst us...Unless we forget and just bring em along. But we all hold onto the same values. Loyalty and Respect. We never forget, that's why we are Kings. Our loyalty and respect breeds love...For one another. But in the same accord, it breeds our hate for our enemies, that's why we savagely destroy the competition if they not sharing the vision. We are well bred Kings. Me being, the Just minded being who seems to execute things. Without a thing going missing, not a gram of baking soda if I'm in the kitchen. Reality is, we are thick and don't deal with bullshit so if you slip up, well...That's ya fault. So reality is, everything else is perfect but one thing's missing...For me, at least.
A queen, so simply put. The kind that I've seen in dreams or during the day, fantasies. That kind that I touch and say what up too. I've seen em, I've touched em...But she's extremely alluding. It's the one thing I want, yet I'm unable to attain. A female, at least...One who speaks her mind and could understand that I'm quiet...I prefer to listen. But once I begin to talk, I feel like I ought to shut up before I end up talking too much. I get worried she's gonna think I just want to fuck, not understanding that I'm not in a rush..That if we did, I would still want to keep in touch. I'm a King...I don't share with everybody. I only break bread with other Kings. I only break bread with Family and only protect those who's foes tried to impose upon them unfairly. But to my queen? I want to give her the world....Everything I can afford and she wouldn't even have to say the word. Just point and I'll understand...At least find out the price, damn. That's the sort of man I'm working to become. But I'm missing one thing...A queen. Or a girl to call my own, or one who I could just have fun with who doesn't give a shit what WE do. Cause she already knows...We'll keep that between me and you. We could tell if you want to.
Reality is...That's what missing, for me at least. As for everything else? Well...I already have all that...And we are working on the world...So maybe later you could be my girl? Who knows, we'll see.
That's only if you could catch up to The Family.
R. $olo