Monday, December 10

stay ugly, stay dope.

old, broke, broken, busted, and fuming with filthy smog?
you neighbors know how much i'm into that sort of thing.
check the real-talk smokestack ugly-truth-faced teleport:
awwwwww, man!
c'mon, duders,
it's not easy being a lion in winter,
it's even harder to be a warrior of lightning-striking viking virtues
actively participating in unfolding events in the woodsly goodness.
for sure.
me and the cucch, though, yo.
we doo-doo that hot fire and smoke rings, spirited away-type jauns.
fact.
it's all really happening.
haggard hazards and homely happenstance;
never quiet, never soft.....

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