catatonicreature

We share the same spit covered, garbage-littered streets; we breathe the same exaust-gutted air spewed from the cars of Johns, who cruise th battered and stoned ladies of the night by day. We are hostage to the yellow-eyed pimps who prowl; but we are safe in our own little world...

I have nothing to say of interest as of late. My brain is tired but will not rest.

Have a good day everyone
Luv Cat