SI NO PUEDAS SENTARTE LA MANERA ESTE LUGAR ES ROMPETÉ A LUGARES MÁS DROGADO
2018 January 6
Shit forgot to fill the bucket ’gain. They won’t let me forget it — not for 1 second. Gotta keep the clocks running on graphite all night, & then it falls on us all — ¿& who ya gonna call? You don’t have the network to just say “Fuck it”, grandson. You done dumped the […]
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