Most of which aren't even posts.
Buugeng is fine. Just fine.
Contact. Finally developing STYLE. Breaking away from pure technical. Style. Flow.
Cock of duty: bros in love (call of duty world at war) is a pretty cool guy who doesn't afraid of most things.
So. The other day I ran over to Adam's crib spot for ass grabbing and video gaming. He had a bunch of...sub-par people there. One of them was really trying his best to give me a rash on my nuts. Dude agreed fully with every word I said, even the ones that I deliberately said to be nonsense. Real talk. I knew it was all off. Later I found out via margaret that he did nothing but talk me down on their drive home. Fake ass niggas. Talkin all that shit.
Die slow.
Joanna Newsom. Woah. New Beirut. Woah. The rural alberta advantage. Pretty cool too. The Andrew Jackson Jihad. Haha. Great. Reminds me of mountain goats, except less "I fucking died today. Let me tell you about it over coffee." and more "Smoke cigarettes and you'll be the coolest kid in school."
Lets see...
Watching the spirit made me want to kill American children. 'Nuff said.
Who turned on the good weather switch? Props, bro.
Mad props.
Speaking of props...lol juggling. I still can't mill's mess. Fucking I don't even know why. Willy nilly ass ball throwery.
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