I Miss Feelings...
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
As for the test, 3-1. Twill be long before I own an Ipod, but when that day does come, so will I.
There were a lot of days, since then. Whiling away our time with the tride and true formula of cardboard and smoke inhalation. Too much of a good thing? Not so much, my receptors are broken. Its just another day for dre, so I begin like this.
I learned about the evils of mixed salads, how the angels and the devils fight in your brain, leaving your soul dangling by a string, no impulse control, no response, a periodic vegetable. I learned musical mind control, how to tell them how they feel. And I know better now.
We shared our bluntness with a friend who's not usually privy to such behaviour, and it was fun. It was warm. The general atmosphere was passive and friendly, albeit dazed and bemused. And allow me to say, that our effigy did burn for far longer then we had intended, and it left us quite happy in its wake.
Im not home now, I accidently dropped my computer on its head and it's not doing so well right now. Its been in a coma state for about 2 weeks now, and I think mommy is going to pull the feeding tube. These events have prevented me from going on about the goings on that shouldn't be going on.
ALL THAT JITTERS IS OLD!
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
The majority of the universe doesn't comprehend, that I am the inventor of Diarehha
As for the test, 3-1. Twill be long before I own an Ipod, but when that day does come, so will I.
There were a lot of days, since then. Whiling away our time with the tride and true formula of cardboard and smoke inhalation. Too much of a good thing? Not so much, my receptors are broken. Its just another day for dre, so I begin like this.
I learned about the evils of mixed salads, how the angels and the devils fight in your brain, leaving your soul dangling by a string, no impulse control, no response, a periodic vegetable. I learned musical mind control, how to tell them how they feel. And I know better now.
We shared our bluntness with a friend who's not usually privy to such behaviour, and it was fun. It was warm. The general atmosphere was passive and friendly, albeit dazed and bemused. And allow me to say, that our effigy did burn for far longer then we had intended, and it left us quite happy in its wake.
Im not home now, I accidently dropped my computer on its head and it's not doing so well right now. Its been in a coma state for about 2 weeks now, and I think mommy is going to pull the feeding tube. These events have prevented me from going on about the goings on that shouldn't be going on.
ALL THAT JITTERS IS OLD!