Gentle warmth breeze cascading, droopy eyelids rest pervading, humming this and ticking that — sounds surround around the cat — who purrs in rhythm at your feet and lulls you through delightful sleep.
I stare at glowing smoke burning by my finger tips. I haven’t smoked a thing since training singer’s lips. This jolly man passed a blunt like black Santa Claus he applauds my freestyle on corruption i
It's what we're taught. "Turn it down!" "Don't play with fire, you'll burn it down..." So, I am muted -- as self instructed. Those waves you broke are conductive. You will die in ripples of pain, it's
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