percepta

How would it be?

A crystal blue, tsunami coming out of my mouth, devastating all your ignorant thoughts outloud. Come on dont count on me holding you up in a time of need you flee. self procalaimed dope fiend: craving and raving, how does it do, cant do, dont exist. crumpled, rumpled hidden in a fist, a list. window shopper for a brand new state of mind. how would it be if i did not take that first hit, and met up with all the clouds no doubt, different is how i would be. dope fiend. Making sure everyone sees your failure there is no saviour.