time space inventions. the intentions of my writings are like the conventions that are fighting to persuade the government to stay globally positive. i am your optimist. i came to robin hood the good backinto the people. build my towered steeple. slit my verbal wrist to wish your life back to humanity. calamity of the clear vision to invade the mic incision. the decision to say yes to bless the west from the north to the southeast was a beast i had to slay. say yes. i was obsessed but no longer do i digress the reppressed in my new scenery. it all turned to greenerey. smokable and tangible i handle my weed as much as you greed to be deposited with success. no stress.

 


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Yamuda
06/27/2009 11:46pm

You should update more often ;[

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