I am smoking strong tobacco and am very much looking for material to write a about. My sack itches but I am too lazy to scratch. I am rolling the paper.
The smoke is filling the air and the writing highway opened upon me. The country road turned into something like this guitar game on this console with all the blinking colors and the music.
Paris is I think awesome. She always has style and her puppies are legion. I would like to have as much money as she. I pray to god that I will get it. The slum dog millionaire. The witnesses will follow my lead.
Carry me over the road like large elephants, gigantic and calm and us on the top. My real loved ones, sorry you gotta take another elephant. Anyway, Paris is cool, she has aura and is a breeze.
I definitely want to have some money when meeting her so that it doesn't look bad. I don;t think that she wants to pay for poems, infoshit and other sssststshsit - what? all the day long!
I believe that he skin is nice. She is a normal girl but somehow her family is ltra wealthy. Fuck the government! Love one another and fund the wild dreams of your fellows. The oeople around you,fame.