TRUEBOY here, getting the biggest high possible. after having lunch alone with my crown of thorns i took a handful of spring colored hedi slimane designer pills that tasted like licorice in the fresh baked pie of my mind's bluest eye. those jagged lil motherfuckers sent me out, walkin tall like a tribe called quest thru central park tho there's pain in my chest and in my joints and silvery
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