In transit dream to dream
So i dreamt that I was hanging out with my French teacher, and he smoke rollies (fuckin Top) and bud. whoa. kinda blows the mind. Lotta homework and shit to do, but i ain't doin it, fuck it. Not smoking pot till Feb 7th.
So how about attaching two 9v's together, its a fukin party.
Gua, why are people drab and boring, how do they live? Why do some people need to create and others jsut don't? Those were the converation between me and our friend Mr. Walker.