I wake up to 101.5 CIL playing Hungry like the Wolf on my red alarm clock I take off my Garfield night Hungry like the wolf shirt and put on my Debbie Gibson Hungry like the wolf shirt and ripped jeans I open my caboodle and apply hot pink eye shadow and lip gloss and throw my hair in a side pony tail with my neon green scrunchie Throw on my Keds and out the door I go. A New Shirt may Clean Me UP Nice and Cause an Approachable Appearance but until i find another Bike that I Know is the One for Me to Keep My Thinking Hot, it’s going to be like the Meat of a Snake that’s a Tasty Morsel when Hot to some with a Varied Pallet. I also know that it may take me Months to Clean Up for after One Falls from a Mountain into a Pair of Boots that has to Walk through Death to Surive Living after We Die, it can’t Simply be Washed Off.
Hungry like the wolf shirt, hoodie, tank top, v-neck t-shirt
Offical Hungry like the wolf shirt
A New Pair of Bad Ass Knock Down Wall Boots may put a Spring back in My Step but till I find that Bike that says I am theirs and it’s Mine, That Mind that had to walk through Death will continue to send those that Approach Me Running for the Meat of a Snake will just Return to Raw if it’s Kept Cold for too Long. I Never was one to be Scare of Clowns and I Don’t Laugh when they Fall on their Face Either though until I Shake that Bitch called Crazy off that the World has Fed Me with that Hoping Bike, those Approaching Me will go running, face planting, and slamming into trees. So with the Heart of a Bear, Patience of a Hungry like the wolf shirt, and Confidence of an Eagle there is Hope that Not Only will I Clean Up Nice in the Coming Months, will be able to Move Fourth in Destiny and Not Continue to Fail like a Dance with No Shadow walking Solo and Roaming in a Hungry Prowl.