Dubstep
˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ Beautiful🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳ I’m not them beautiful peeps, I care about my chances. Plow the fields of paper and harvest every known words. Pour them into a bowl and toss them. I’m not them beautiful peeps. I count to the last cent. Hold on to a gasping minute. I keep a mantra—free or forever wait. Chuckle to your heart’s content, dribble your eyes like Allen Iverson, sneer like a llama at…














