I use my lubrication to lube the shrooms I'm taking.
 

More or less, I'm over developed. O for 11 lifetime against all the embellished white lies. See through the seams. I don't eat shrooms or weed. My need to critique leaves me weaved through a dream I sleep through in blinks. I've touched perfection. Made love through breakfast. Ate lust for seconds when hate budged through Heaven. Stay shut/protected. Don't waste us. Just revel in made up connections. This play. What's the question? No tastes dull the presence of pain's pulse. Inject it. Vein full of menace. Wallow in the hallow parts of ourselves. Fall into the bottle. Pardon the smell. I don't follow all these models barking at tails. I wobble through these potholes. Bargain with hell. Apostle to the sorrow. Hard on myself. All you writers are so clever. False assignments in your letters. Walk behind you in endeavors. Stalk the blind. It seems no better, but talk of lying. You? Competitor. Useless wrestler. Your muses? Secular.

You and bwhaha should fuck.

We do.

This was a smooth read, the paragraph form adds an elegance to your piece
makes it fluent as you carry through, nice job as always dull
really enjoy reading something new from you

This was sick as fuck by the way.

Wise likes all the words you type.

try typing "too" and see if he likes it.

he might. like avant garde or something

Really good, btw!

Pretty sure dull could take a shit on construction paper, then finger-paint & I'd nom it. Gotta problem?

why would you eat weed. youre weird

Edibles perhaps?