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Why not stay for a while. Hey Ma. It’s me. Alex put the dishes in the graveyard. But I didn’t believe her. She’s been studying for the chair leg test. But I guess all the best rockin’ chairs come from over here in Laurel Canyon. My bud said he got tired of all the mice in Greenwich. So he bought a whole cage of em. Syd & Jim took a hike. They’re looking as thin as ever. The neon sky Drops packs of cigarettes and water jugs regularly. So we’re all in tip top shape. Don’t forget to close your over door.                          Your last son.                          G.M Garrett Johnson.
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Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
Why not stay for a while.
Why not stay for a while. Hey Ma. It’s me. Alex put the dishes in the graveyard. But I didn’t believe her. She’s been studying for the chair leg test. But I guess all the best rockin’ chairs come from over here in Laurel Canyon. My bud said he got tired of all the mice in Greenwich. So he bought a whole cage of em. Syd & Jim took a hike. They’re looking as thin as ever. The neon sky Drops packs of cigarettes and water jugs regularly. So we’re all in tip top shape. Don’t forget to close your over door.                          Your last son.                          G.M Garrett Johnson.
Threw my ticket out the window.
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SwampySuaver
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SwampySuaver
24/M/In the woods
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
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