He died on and off, seeing wheels spin faster than slower.
He was always saying how he saw street lamps as frozen explosions rather than dots.
Dots have a respective distance to the viewers.
Not all dots are street lamps unless those "planets" and "stars" out there are actually street lamps. It's a long road to the other side of the universe. And it's not a straight one. Lots of lights. Lots of lights goin out for James.
Sorry James, no one else wants to change out the lights. But everyone wants to look at them. Sucks.
Really does.
My room is colder than outside.
Your face needs to be thrown a gun? What does that even mean?
Maybe it's like the man said, he has a van with a ramp he drives with his teeth now, so he shoots with his mouth too.
Micah loves the vanilla scent spray.
Followers don't equal popularity, people.
Seems like something Ali would say.
I'm gonna na na my way towards bed. Tomorrow marks another Monday,
stands for
Mother-effin over-played nonsense day after yesterday
i. hate. monday mornings
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