Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Closest That You Lames Ever Came to the Planes was a Palm Pilot

What the fuck is this shit even about?
Bad bitches and good weed?
Bad bitches and cold drinks?
Bad bitches and good dank?
Champagne and easy widers?
I'd like to sum up my life as floating on a cloud of superficial bullshit
landing on a planet of superficial bullshit AND success
and then falling into flyness... and superficial bullshit, with satisfaction
and self content.

But we all know this shit is not true.
well... part of it is.
shit... most of it... I'm working on the success part though.

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