The view from my ass is brilliant The trees were light green after you came. Deer, pigeon, and splatter came thee You are too made up to be effective. Premonitions and streetlights have made me mad. It is all trash for what i have made. So quash the sun and kill the corn. I'm home but still far gone.
Reason for writing:
2 reasons: A dream, and some things that happened on Friday
October 11.
Birth sign: Not entered
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