
I have become a new aged hippie.
I keep burning incense and wearing gypsy vintage dresses while swaying to Roy Ayers in my Gazebo. My wrath is not one to be fucked with. It's deep.Three people should of got a cussing of their life time from me this week, instead I brushed it off.
My usually ranting of profanity has been watered down to what sounds like mild tourette's
All fused by N.E.R.D's Love Bomb
The naughties nostalgia.
When you lose someone, you have a new way of thinking
I plan to start as I mean to end
Well.
Let's see how long this will last
Peace

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