carte blanche
It’s a sweaty kili kili vibe today and I don’t do peace and love and
goodvibes.the only thing i’m worried of is my nuts careening out of my boxers.
and because i’m semi-back, i’m giving tumblr a full body,
genitals-to-genitals man hug and how i wish i cud extend it longer than
garnett’s arms so that i can hug y’all… no matter how big ya’ll tummies
are.
The surfernardo in me’s too plastered to share a relatively terrifying
experience when i had the perfect storm of the right era some year ago.
Well,let’s just say that i’m still unsettled by prolonged ovations and
over used replays.everything around here is just the same thing it is some
time ago.And i can say this one’s in the wrong hands of a socially awkward paranoid and fraud of a human being.
I feel like i just triggered your sweat glands like they were never ever
been triggered before.But hey! it’s a good thing. What i did wasn’t
like-able but at least it’s explainable.i was young,had ridiculous wingspan
and showed horrible taste in women.see? there’s a crucial layer of
cockiness in me is missing. all i had was extra D’s and ED’s and even extra
H’s and a lot of text shortcuts… complete with PHOW. damn.
i think my brain just developed a leg.complete with concrete nikes.
Just like wut dirtbag dan says,
“I’m not talkin bout my skateboard days when i say KICKFLIP.”
