My writing juices have been flowing. So I give to you all, my poem that is glowing. This is a poem about a modem I wrote…. while itching my scrotum I was playing halo Drinking a Modelo It started blinking. I began thinking, Am I no longer linking? My heart…. began sinking. Am I going to lag out? Before... I get this frag out?
up in the sky oh so high coverd in ice head to toe beginning descending damn the price feel the wind blow
sinsemilla's the best your money can buy although i confess mexican shit will get you high but who really likes stems seeds and headaches have what you want without the fakes