empty text field: bathe me in blinding florescence.
how much can i think of to say worthwhile to etch into the e-aether?
meditations guised as projections of my wishes flounder,
useless daydreams rooted in sand, abating reality if only for now.
WILL IT! use your mind's might, JB!
does it make me tuffer than fluff that i just want to watch tuff turf
and scarf za and dance to psychedelic jams in said sand?
dreamsy whim, tim and eric shrim, punk as sin, begin again.
how to start? call ma? troll mall? poll pals? six of tsingtao?
no, i much prefer asahi; i think. i always get them confused.
i have now referenced: james spader, pizza, and beer.
is life as simple as that?
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