

New WorldBreathe nostalgic oxygen. Finally a Thin mist, clothes no longer thick & damp in a fog. Past fog of stolen roaches, Past fog of album cover cotton printed, Past fog of all rude, all what I thought Was, is now, unnecessary necessities, flaunting Every blunt now to dust in weed leaf ashtray, Old obsolete poems, impossible to make out, But they would of sounded beautifully Spoken aloud with sitars. Past fog of ideals, my Life based upon songs & tie-dye shorts, Four sizes too big. Luckily, the fog was sucked Up back to California, hope it doesnt have aNew World
Map & a pl
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It's an emergency! Quick! To sainsbury's!!
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
and no problem, i loved it
you should show us more drawings
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
iron maiden,
less than jake,
i don't really know what i like...
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look at the music i have there, see what you like.
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