As I'm holding the pipe, with people buzzing with beer colored lips I'm stuck without a lighter.

Wai-Lee: Does anyone have a lighter?
This guy's name I can't remember: I bet you could light them with your pretty eyes
Wai-Lee: No! That shit comes last. Like, "BOOM!!"

Mark, I love you. You're one of my best friends.

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Africa and AlaskaYou've got the earth coming through my feet, fighting against those congested coughs or death-is-the-tear-that-soaks-my-cheeks-diseases, breaking in the new wounds of four corner lust feed. Like the labrynth of lies, their tongues are in my ears and I couldn't find my way. Thorns of heavy doubts are the neighbour seeds to fear. I ( Read more... )

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