I ordered a special. Maybe I ordered two of them, under the pretense of ordering for a partner in crime. After I shotgunned the furst beard, i ran into a one of those creamy motherfuckas, like with that creamy thug-like eminem style ganstaskin t-shirt on. I forgot it waz still too earlee to try to take him back for a pedal
i opened narnia up for conversation. flying into the closet and started persuading his smile to falter. that i really waznt †oo eezzzeée. common tears for ears.
we tried to enjoi the last camel fil†er but it was without ne flava. so i settled on the ride home. my dirt bike spitting a little, josh couldnt keep up on his quad-wheeled bøard. and we soared into the ocean, the sand resting silently and gray beneath my toes.
fuck drinking when you can't go home and take out the vibrating flourescent wand and cast spells on all your cats and dogs.
i resign myself to strictly exercise in exchange for enlightenment.
light me up, lil wayne. Im ready for an upgrade.
-@daelbar
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