Drunken romantics…all drunken romantics and a little bit of wine. Wine and a popsicle. Babies crying in back seat…some come and go, others stay till dawn. Some books are meant to be read from left to right, others aren’t meant to be read, but read over. Miracles of life scream down our necks while the patriot saints cry hallelujah. This day is
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Wanna buy some shrooms?
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