Blazin mad L’s

and I feel stupendous.

“Rarrrrrrrrarrrrrrraarrrraa”

(Air thrusting through tongue in rapid vibration.)

 

Feeling nice.

Feeling vibes.

Smoke on top of red wine.

I love you baby.

This is the dope freshness!

Must have permission slips to ride this

and

You must be this high*.

 

 

I’d rather be here now… doing this

than in a car with

the windows rolled up on the crowded highway, commuting.

Everyday we are hustling just to stay breathing.

Alive.

Sipping on Vino,

that’s what we know!

Oh the silliness.

Oyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo

Oh the silliness.

These words are delicious.

Dutch master dreams

and

Block Island Knights.

 

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