
THEN WHAT WOULD I DO OUTSIDE
I break things. Then I put them back together. Then I break them again. Just to show I mean business.

THEN WHAT WOULD I DO OUTSIDE

Spraycan, done.
What I hate the most is that they are gonna Turtle him, like with Mcconnell, to rob us of the pleasure. It won’t matter, the day it is officially announced is the day I bring out the fine stuff and blast festive music for 24 hours straight to let the whole neighborhood know.
Just look at his Hall of Fame star! Love the Los Angelians for that.
I will take the exposure charges and wear that conviction on my sleeve as a badge of honor.
Sometimes, violence is the only language you can make yourself understood in. I speak many languages. None of them have worked so far.
Lots of things make no sense to some people that are me.
So much of it. Also shrooms. But eh, all of that can be done in a closet these days.
But honestly, just eke out an existence as a cannabis grower is my dream life.
Such a power move.
Shit your pants and stare them in the eyes.
The art of the shart.
If that had happened I think I would barf just out of solidarity and pure happiness
I heard one of the children they trafficked and abused kicked it into his rectum. I want it to be true so badly I think I am able to will it into existence.
Debian man: “I hold the keys to the future”