Well sone of a bitch it’s not just another walk home, but an obstacle course built for a par-core fiend. And I don’t care none for graffiti, so let’s hang. Wy the sentiment? If not destruction, where does the ends begin. A smooth finish. Something like soft neon in the night. Abrasive adjustments. Tangible aura. You ask first. Permission is grated, never bestowed. Learn your manners. Predicament is merely adjustment. Attitude is growth. Maturity and shit and forth.
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