cant help myself dont wanna feel myself
road kill slung over wicker wheelchair
x amount take me out
im almost there
enter high tide blank stare ripples rise
countem frame by frame
edge of shore hog tied
cant wait to fuck my brain
all i need to forget is today
rip current pulls me down by open wounds on my lower left leg
I really like incense and blowing smoke out my nose. Occasionally, if some prick is getting all up in my face (and not in the good way), I like to blow smoke in his face.
I like talking to people but I can't stand listening to your shitty story about the time you got shitfaced and pissed all over the billiards table after bleating like a goat.
Biking down rural roads all day is a pretty nice way to spend a summer day, I feel. Bring a little green and it turns into quite the misadventure.
I accidentally went to work tripping balls once. I never recommend it to anyone, ever, but I somehow managed to convince everyone nothing was amiss despite having pupils the size of dimes.
Group sex is pretty great. The more, the merrier.
I am a fluid person, and if you are too, we should talk sometime.