it's raining here. lots of moisture. i mean weatness, the essence of water.. how nice is the stick we jointed down the rain under our thin coats and trembling skin. how safe is our ceiling-free environment and how warm is the red cover of our small blanket. how thick will be the smoke we forget today in the street for others to catch- and how long it will be until i stop finding your lines in my smoke, how much cigs does a winter lasts? sure hope this wet love to last every high of us.
any spanish speaking country flag will do. do u guys lick you joints? u know, for extra burn - duration. i've fixed it, who's wrong now!
hmm ... I guess any flag will do I'd love to go to Tierra Del Fuego though Two papers works good also.. I know the purist will complain about it... but it does work good
we'll smoke under the sheets, giving lit sparkles their time to endure, we'll be equally judgmental about the ashes we forgot to ignore. we'll stay quiet, like the world's watching. but we'll scream, like we can't help it. i'll lick your eyes and taste you water soluble mascara, like it's a lover drink. and our teeth's will crash to the acid taste of a swallowed roach.
i'd have to advise against smoking under the sheets I've almost burnt the place down numerous times doing that
