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04-24-2014, 03:51 PM
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Join Date: Jul 2013
Posts: 278
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i`m higher than a tower. these are dier hours.
i set fire to three diffrent illegal flowers. feeling regally empowered. the beast in me won`t cower. i hover over a bag of dope. go to sleep on a slab of coke. with my eyes open and a light that strobes. taking blue dolphins on strolls. bitch i`ll shoot the boston globe. i`m sick! coughing gold. i`m the shit. bathtub concoctions in a toilet bowl. boil it slow! no brown shit on the edges. i could tell you 22 stories on 44 ledges. but i`m bout to explore a strand of weed fused with lemon wedges..... |
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04-24-2014, 04:34 PM
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Join Date: Apr 2014
Posts: 44
Battle Record: 0-4
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lemon wedges...
got that embalming to dip my benson hedges... forever stemmin til my throat looks like contraptions for pez dispension... resurrection... sniffin white off the top of my collasal sized... refrigerator cuz simply player it's nostril height... stopping my brain from firing so long its feeling fossilized... this not something my boss'll like... when i show up 2 hours late...smelling greg geraldo-like... and dressed like a macauley caulkin-type... awkward dyke... dont know where i am everything looks all alike... pitch black in the corridor... complainin the hallway light is awful bright... |
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