Gas plug. Ain’t We Dirty? Her, I don't know if we're meant to be together. I'm Sorry. That came up later. Goodyear Tire. I'm getting somewhere.
Where
Get
Goodyear Tire
Up
Together
Meant
We
Know
I
We
Plug
Gas
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Bank. I am smoking Isla Porras smoke rings. Blood work. We are children. I want my Father. People. Would you believe it? Selfish and rude. I...
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