Can’t wait to move on with these days. These solemn days. They leave me in a haze. That’s why I blaze. Keepin’ those brain stems flowing. The ideas they don’t stop going. Always growing.
I feel something coming on. Something that I can’t handle. I would love to handle it but no. Alas. Grab the grass and some ass. flash the cash to get by. smelling like a pig sty up in here. fudgsicles all in my brain. creamy icy treats. can’t wait to go to the dodger game. </rant>