The point when you've smoked the cigarette to the filter and the taste in your mouth is no longer righteous but *****
And as much as you'd like it to, chocolate milk won't do it justice.
And the night is not graceful but sticky.
And all is well, and all is in the well
So it seems.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
The point when you've smoked the cigarette to the filter and the taste in your mouth is no longer righteous but *****
And as much as you'd like it to, chocolate milk won't do it justice.
And the night is not graceful but sticky.
And all is well, and all is in the well
So it seems.
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