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Toscana, Italy
We smoking Serg Ibaka spinal fluid-infused quick-release percs. She spread it and let me take a deep sniff of that Mahi Mahi.
They needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fingerprints off. They will not find me. Konnichiwa, you little jit.
I smoked a new opp. His meat came right off the bones.
The first time I smoked runts, I coughed so ♥♥♥♥♥♥' hard. I started passin' kidney stones, then shat myself in front of the gang.
They forgot I'm him. I'm him-ulation. I am Him Kardashian, Himbuktu, Himon and Pumbaa. I got my DNA test back, turns out I'm a hundred percent Himalayan.
♥♥♥♥ it. I ate the opp.
What the ♥♥♥♥ is Obamacare? Hey Obama, I don't care about ♥♥♥♥.
Look at this ♥♥♥♥. I sold crack to myself, spun around the block so many times they thought it was ♥♥♥♥♥♥' Minecraft.
My Audemars Piguet worth the GDP of Yemen. If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a 28% hit. People will die.
I walked along the sand dunes of the Sahara Desert for 40 days and 40 nights with nothin' but a pack of Newports and a fifth of Henny.
It is the most intellectual thing to do, he said
They, they go to work and I go to bed
And I won't spend any money on the 'net
All my addictions, obsessions and tendencies
They all vanish when I sleep
No more shame and no more pain
Being up to me just feels so very lame
And I wonder have I ever been awake
Tell me have I ever been awake
Sleep, sleep
No need to catch my dreams
The real nightmarе is reality
And what about anxiety
When fеar, when fear is everything
When fear's strangling me
Fear
Sleep, sleep, it is okay
Believe me, it is okay
Sleep, go back to bed
Let's go back to bed
fins and tail, and you are Maldoror.
I could have met you in the water:
I could have been the one that you searched for.
Eyes fixed and circling.
If you found me
face to face
and slicing through the waves,
pulling you into the sea --
“do you really need to go home?”
I’m a soul as lost as your own...
we were born of the undertow.