abandonment of any kind is a selfish act. i guess albeit you are a meth creature trying not to stare into the sun anymore because your burnt cornea is costing you more than that new honda accord you've been drooling about. and so dear ones and lost ones, abandonment of expression and personal perspective is the ultimate ending to an ultimate vacation. chamillionare would second the notion that explanations escape me at the moment, those weathered excuses that have abraded the sands of time. all which could never compare to the pawn shop-bought mixer that joseito sold me on 8th street for the price of a halter top from forever 21. your my boy joseito fuck the feds and the meds.
halloween: dont front like you'd miss veit in a speedo. and im going to be pocahontas with a vengence. rudimentary party city costumes i sneer at your second rate attempts. but i high-five your efforts to get laid before new years-get it lil red ridin hood get it get it girl.
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