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
Comments