as the world turns

fudge covered hands--tupac beating on the bowls.

"Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change"

i dyed my hair a dark brownish red.
we made fudge for christmas tonight.
pants and i danced it out on the kitchen floor.