Bitches hopin on my dick, 'fore I hop up out the car. Walk away with 5 or 6 as I'm passing by the bars. — TI Copy Share Image
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
