nicefella

So I start again. Making changes as I go. Bulldoze the past and think of memories like a phase. A body. Bury it in the desert next to Jimmy Hoffa. He made mistakes, might as well have it next to him so he'll have company. Now I start of with the better. My own little mindful mafia. Keeping it under the mattress, these mindful thoughts, so I can sleep comfortably. And when I wake up to leave for anything, I'll have my witty ammunition because really, I'm the only one who has my back.