Wednesday, May 5, 2010


Start the future fuck the past it’s just another bubble that the THC can start eating away at. The butterscotch will stay around forever but the face is long gone. I remember having bleary any sleep that first night I was enjoying making you laugh far too much. Everything from uppers to downers you seemed to supply with presence. A friend and another brain but only after the first fall the hemorrhaging never seemed to stop. God if you where only as thick as a brick.

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