Saturday, September 3, 2011

They know,they know


Galaxy joint: I want one.

Im in fucking outer space man.
Anal probing at 12,be there or be squared.

I have 2 decently rolled joints sitting across the room from me,the smell has me captivated,lost in translation.
I just want to be UP,
I find myself smoking till I got chest pains.

A cup of coffee and a stogg,sounds wonderful.
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