That cinnamon

[loserkidjill]

MON. Now let me see you try. Everyday we wake up, same old routine, sometimes slightly changing but mostly that permatrippin type of shit. The relief once pleasure is found is a rare jem that I am still having trouble trusting. This hurricane, come on now no one can see me cry. This titlewave, this avalanche... If only that was the way. Come on now no one can see you cry. JESUS, christ. My brain is seriously absorbed way too much THC... I mus'nt continue.

Love to tha boo.