Beneath the steamy Inception blah phone dying and the end isn’t garbled and messed up

All Rad lyrics and poetic dribblingz are mine hear! So git off mah property ya doper headed pot suckin magic green bean fiend. A wooly wannabe Alexanderish to my Steve Macqueen but blander with a timid candor and a strong can dar able to to spot those with a “can do” way of life from afar. A sort of simple self selection and auto erotic internal inflection to just below the mid section ya get me and my direct direction and subtly derelict inseam 2 layers deep insertion

Kicking dope isn’t incredibly dope. Just dropping that knowledge bone on ya before yah get fossil eyes and without real eyes in ya head you’ll end of fossilized frozen in place; dead.